Yin Xun turned around and confronted Yin Mo. The image of Yin Xun's hand was reflected in Yin Mo's eyes; it grew larger and larger before the hand landed heavily on Yin Mo's face.
Smack!
The sound was loud and crisp. When Lin Zhu saw this, he immediately turned around and pretended not to see it.
"Ah! You hit me again!" Yin Mo covered her face and looked angry.
Seeing Yin Xun raise her palm again, Yin Mo quickly turned around and rushed out like the wind.
She was fast, but Yin Xun was even faster.
Before she could run more than three steps, Yin Xun caught up with Yin Mo and grabbed her hair. She pulled her back.
Yin Mo tried to struggle, but her hair was in Yin Xun's grasp. It was so painful that her scalp felt like it was about to be torn off. Her eyes were filled with tears as she begged for mercy. "Sister, I was wrong. I'm not trying to run anymore. Let go of my hair…"
