After Ye Shaohua finished speaking, she pulled out a pristine white tissue from her pocket.
She wiped her hand that had just slapped Ye Junxiu very slowly and carefully, and after she was done, she carefully balled up the tissue and tossed it onto Ye Junxiu's face, her tone unusually gentle, "You are but a commoner, I can find a dozen with S-grade Spiritual Power just like you. Anyone unaware would think you're the only one on the entire planet. Ye Junxiu, in the future, don't involve your mother in making mine unhappy. Otherwise, when she's not pleased, you all will have to suffer."
The softness of her voice was like the murmur of a relative.
Having said this, she straightened up and continued walking toward her own aircraft.
