Sister Zheng was already steamed, and her husband's suspicion made her even angrier. Without a word, she swung and slapped him.
Slap!
An extremely crisp sound.
Li Shi stood by the car, watching from a distance as a bright red handprint appeared on the bald man's face. He found it amusing.
He initially planned to leave immediately after dropping her off, but Sister Zheng mentioned her husband and his friends were devout Buddhists and had been on a pilgrimage from the north. So, he decided to stick around and see if anyone resembled this "Monk Zhao".
He quickly scanned the crowd, ruling out all the people he could see from a distance.
As for anyone who might still be in the vehicles – well, he wasn't the police, he had no right to search.
