Without a doubt, Mrs. Yang felt a sting from Chen Feng's words.
She glared fiercely at Chen Feng: "Just because you're friends with Miss Shen doesn't mean I won't deal with you. Giving face to Miss Shen does not mean giving you face."
"Your words are quite strange, woman. I've never begged for your respect." Chen Feng replied indifferently.
"You…"
Mrs. Yang pointed at Chen Feng, her fingers trembling.
"Retract your finger."
A cold flash flickered in Gu Xiaotian's hand, revealing a sharp dagger.
"Who the hell are you?"
Mrs. Yang was furious.
Gu Xiaotian had no expression: "If you want your finger, withdraw it within three seconds, and stop pointing at my young master."
"I won't retract it. Let me see what you can do."
Mrs. Yang retorted angrily.
Smack.
Neither Gu Xiaotian nor Chen Feng moved, but Shen Yu, without warning, slapped Mrs. Yang's face.
Mrs. Yang was stunned, and so was Chen Feng.
Shen Yu's slap was indeed unexpected.
