Shen lang closed his eyes and said,
It felt so good, so good!
This was the sound of a slap in the face.
The best part was that he didn't even need to do it himself, and the enemy could do it for him.
Such a satisfying thing could be addictive. What if he didn't have the face to slap her in the future?
He said he would give her two slaps.
Viscount Zhu Lanting didn't stop until he hit fifteen times.
That was because he mistook his son, Zhu Wenhua, for Shen lang.
He imagined that every slap was on Shen Lang's face, so he used more and more force.
Zhu Wenhua's nose and mouth were bleeding, and he was as swollen as a pig.
City Lord Li Fang, who was watching from the side, grinned. Even he felt pain.
Zhu Wenhua had never suffered such humiliation in his entire life.
It wasn't shameful to be beaten by his father, but it was another thing to be beaten in public.
