"Auntie, things are not what you think."
Fan Ling Jue also felt his face heat up slightly, unable to watch any longer, he quickly stepped forward to explain.
"Auntie, auntie… this incident was a misunderstanding. I respect you as my elder, but that doesn't mean you can insult me like this…"
Bai Xiexie gently covered her face, her head still buzzing, the fiery pain made it somewhat difficult for her to endure, and a very clear palm print was obviously marked on her pale face. The defiance in her eyes was not fake.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Luo burst into laughter, walked over to Bai Xiexie and leaned in close to her ear, her voice low and icy like a blizzard from the Arctic—
"Stop acting, I've seen plenty of these tricks! In his younger days, Haiming's father had his fair share of vixens far craftier than you. The way I dealt with them was so pitiful and wretched that even I was shocked by my own actions. Do you also want to give it a try?"
