Daniel Cooper's cheek was suddenly slapped, and he immediately opened his eyes with a start, looking a little dazed at the angry woman in front of him.
As he was about to speak, her small pink-white hand pointed at his nose. "You still have the face to laugh? Is it funny? You're still laughing after all the trouble you've caused?"
Mr. Cooper's side face flushed red after being hit. "Amelia Foster, please be reasonable…"
Whack—
His other cheek was caught off guard by another slap, this one stronger than before, with the imprints of five slender fingers instantly appearing.
"Have you become reasonable now? If you're so reasonable, why did you go fight? Were you mute back then? Did someone sew your mouth shut?"
On the other bed, the actual person who laughed out loud, "..."
He quickly stifled his schadenfreude, which was already on the tip of his tongue.
Amelia was really angry, extremely angry!
