"You talk too much."
No one expected Shen Fanxing to hit someone again. Moreover, she didn't move. Her backhand movement was smooth.
Not only was she beaten to a pulp, but she was also caught off guard!
Sweetie gritted her teeth in anger. "What right do you have to hit me?!"
Shen Fanxing sneered, "You're asking me?"
She took two steps towards Sweetie, who took two steps back.
"What do you mean by shameless? You're sweet."
"Who told you that room 1613 called for customer service because the guests can't turn on the television, and not because the television is broken? Do you have clairvoyance or clairaudience? Do you know everything that happens in other people's rooms?"
With that, Shen Fanxing turned to look at the dazed Mrs Xia and said coldly,
"Do you think so? She can't have clairvoyance, let alone clairaudience. Tell me, how did she know?"
Mrs Xia was stunned by the question.
