Hearing this, the ill-tempered woman's face stiffened, and she looked at Tang Zheng with a look full of grief, but he made no response, his head lowered as if deep in thought. He hasn't even taken a few bites of the steaming green pepper shredded pork fried rice.
"Never mind, I'll bite my tongue. You wretched woman, your time will come." The ill-tempered woman muttered under her breath. Just as she was about to go massage Pang Meiqin's shoulders, this long-legged stewardess leapt up, with a fierce slap aimed at her cheek.
Slap! The crisp sound of the slap echoed through the midnight air, stunning and immobilizing the bitter woman.
"You..." The ill-tempered woman instinctively raised her hand to slap back, but held herself back at the last second.
