Le Yao slapped Han Pengcheng for every sentence she spoke a dozen times. She didn't stop until Han Pengcheng reacted and called for help. Then she threw her arm hard. His skin was too thick and her hand hurt. If she had known, she would have carried a brick.
The surrounding crowd was stunned. Listening to the slapping sound, they even subconsciously felt their faces hurt. Was this still that bumpkin, Han Binglan? That obsequious village girl?
This somewhat subverted their perception.
Han Pengcheng's face was swollen. He finally snapped out of his daze and shouted, "You b*tch, you wh*re, I'll kill you…"
When the people who wanted to stop the fight heard this, they immediately took a few steps back and looked at Han Guosheng and Zhou Yunmeng strangely.
