If that slap landed, Nan Yan's face would probably swell up.
The people around didn't even react.
And even if they did, they probably wouldn't care.
In fact, many girls were eager to see her being slapped, enjoying the show.
Just as Lu Rongrong's hand was about to slap Nan Yan, a slender and fair hand grabbed her wrist.
Nan Yan sat in her seat and partially leaning to one side. With a hint of mockery on her face, she lazily raised her eyebrows.
Her right hand suddenly exerted force.
Snap—
A crisp sound echoed as Nan Yan forcefully dislocated Lu Rongrong's hand with her grip.
"Ah—"
Lu Rongrong let out a cry of pain and was about to struggle, but Nan Yan pushed her hand back.
The bone made a teeth-grinding sound as it went back into place.
Then, Lu Rongrong let out another high-pitched scream.
