Nun Jingxin's body swayed a little, but the things in her hand remained stable. She did not spill at all. She only looked at the woman opposite her calmly. "Ah Meng, it's been six years. How have you been?"
"How dare you come back?" The woman slapped her again, her eyes burning with anger.
However, just as another slap was about to land on her face, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist. The expression in her eyes turned cold as she lowered them slightly to meet the girl's smiling face.
Ling Sheng looked at her. The woman looked very heroic, and her aura was a little oppressive. Her face was cold, and she looked as dignified as a statue.
The woman looked at the young lady in front of her, who had small arms and thin legs. She did not want to make a move, or her numb body would break if she moved in the slightest. She only frowned slightly and warned her. "Let go."
