"I'm not afraid of her!" Xie Ning raised her head and looked at Shen Yan with a frosty expression. "The longer I stare at her face, the angrier I get!"
As soon as Xie Ning finished speaking, she seemed to have thought of something and walked arrogantly toward Shen Yan in her high heels.
"Miss Shen," Xie Ning smiled and looked at Shen Yan. She sized her up and saw that Shen Yan was only wearing simple clothing today. "My condolences for your loss!"
The smile on Shen Yan's face froze and then vanished gradually. She stared at Xie Ning gloomily and warned, "Keep your mouth shut!"
"Ah? Did I say something wrong?" Xie Ning pretended to be surprised. Sensing the attention of the people around her, she questioned loudly, "Fu Hang died in a car accident yesterday. Why are you still in the mood to shoot a TV series today? You're really..."
Slap!
A crisp slap interrupted Xie Ning's words. A clear palm print appeared on her face instantly.
