The slap landed solidly on her face, the crisp sound echoing in the air, chilling to the bone.
Song Qinghuan could have dodged, but she didn't!
Because she knew, if Zhan Jie couldn't vent her anger on her, she would definitely take it out on Little Lele. Little Lele was so young that with a couple of slaps she...
What followed - Song Qinghuan didn't dare to think!
Zhan Jie looked at Song Qinghuan coldly, her lips curving into a sinister smile: "Song Qinghuan, do you know? If anything happens to your daughter, it's not me who hurt her, but you."
That slap had momentarily stunned Song Qinghuan with pain.
Her body began to tremble; her eyes filled with almost bursting bloodshot veins, glaring at Zhan Jie fiercely.
"What are you looking at!" The satisfaction from the previous slap had relieved Zhan Jie's anger, she took a pleasure in delivering another one.
Song Qinghuan's head tilted slightly from the blow.
Her fair cheek now bore the scarlet marks of five fingers.
