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"Slap!"
A slap landed forcefully on Tang Wanyuan's exquisitely beautiful face before she could finish her sentence.
Yes, that slap was delivered by Ye Que.
Tang Wanyuan was stunned, almost forgetting the pain on her face as she stared at Ye Que in disbelief.
He hit her?
How could it be? He was her brother, he was a man, and he never hit women. Today, for Chi Zaozao, he actually slapped her?
Tang Wanyuan couldn't believe it, and neither could the Ye couple and Chi Zaozao, standing not far away. They all found it inconceivable.
You see, Ye Que never hit women; he had his principles.
Yet the scene before them was truly astonishing.
Tang Wanyuan stared at him, tears of despair welling up.
She staggered backward, shaking her head, "No, Brother Ye Que, you hit me? You actually hit me?"
Ye Que gazed down at her with no expression on his face, "Tang Wanyuan, Wanjun's fate today was brought on by his own arrogance and folly. It has nothing to do with Zaozao."
