Xue Fanghua's heart pounded like a drum, each beat striking her heart as if the death god from hell was looming closer.
Cold sweat covered her back.
Hei Long's leather shoes halted before Xue Fanghua, followed by a stark slap that powerfully struck her face.
The slap was both severe and loud, the sound echoing through the room.
Xue Fanghua's face was swung aside by the blow, her hair strewn across her face, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.
Then, Hei Long squatted down, one hand gripping Xue Fanghua's jaw.
His icy eyes stared at Xue Fanghua's hypocritical face.
"Haven't you yet figured out who you are? Daring to harm my son?"
Xue Fanghua's eyes were filled with panic and distress, tears rolling in her eyes.
She tried to defend herself: "I…I didn't mean to, Prince, I really didn't mean to. I merely pushed Qiuqiu lightly, I didn't know he would hit the wardrobe…"
