Ye Feifei was confused from the slap. When she regained her senses and wanted to slap back, she was stunned by Shen Qianshu's glare. The eyes on the face of the beautiful youth were cold and scary. They were sharp like the blade of a knife, and she felt like it could rip her apart.
What a scary glare.
Is she… possessed by Ye Ling?
Ye Feifei's fear of Ye Ling was implanted in her heart. She had a sense of Ye Ling's vicious self, so she was very fearful of him. Even if he had died, her fear of him still remained.
"Shen Qianshu, how dare you hit me!?" Ye Feifei covered her face. She had grown up like a princess, and no one had ever beaten her. "Just you wait, my mother will kick you out of this place. Watch how I deal with your silly ass!"
Tong Hua sneered. "Quit dreaming. You should be grateful that I haven't kicked all of you out of this place."
