Pa--
The crisp sound of a slap suddenly rang out.
Han Jinchu turned his face away from Cheng Anna's slap.
Han Jinchu's face was red as he looked at Cheng Anna coldly.
"Stop talking." Yang Ying reminded her with her eyes.
Only then did Han Jinchu remember that Cheng Anna was the daughter of a rich family, and she could not afford to provoke her. Otherwise, her family would probably have to hide again.
"Why are you looking at me like that? I can't hit you?" Cheng Anna said coldly to Han Jinchu.
"Anna, forget it. Don't lower yourself to the level of a poor woman. Let's go."Yang Ying said.
Cheng Anna picked up Han Jinchu's remaining paint box and splashed it on Han Jinchu's clothes without thinking.""Don't provoke Young Master Yi Chen again. Otherwise, your ending will be very interesting!"
Seeing that Han Jinchu was no longer talking back, Cheng Anna smiled and said to the others,""It seems that I am indeed a genius in painting."
