Zhao Mingfang moved incredibly quickly, catching everyone off guard.
Moreover, evidently no one expected her to lash out physically.
Her slap landed on Zhang Yi's face, changing his expression into an extremely unpleasant one. Zhou Yulan suddenly looked pale, her smile vanishing. She looked worriedly at Zhang Yi's face; the hurt apparent in her eyes. Zhao Mingfang's blow had been quite heavy. Her clear fingerprints were visible, not to mention, she had long nails that had left three, no—four scratch marks, from which a few threads of blood were lightly appearing.
Angry, Zhao Mingfang tried to slap him again, but Zhang Yi grabbed her arm and forcefully pushed her away. Yet, he naturally stepped in front of Zhou Yulan, "Mingfang, what do you think you're doing?"
"What am I doing? You're asking me what I'm doing?" Zhao Mingfang touched her own nose, "Why don't you ask yourself what you're doing!"
