Miss Su also gritted her teeth and dropped an apology before chasing after them.
Before she left, she gave Lu Sirong a fierce glare, pinning the blame on her.
Lu Sirong hadn't expected the two of them to compromise so quickly; she did not witness the scene she had hoped for, which also left her feeling frustrated.
Turning her head, she saw the smugness on Lu Fengxuan's face and was nearly infuriated to death, "Lu Fengxuan, do you think Yu Chiyin can protect you for a lifetime? Wait until he's dead, and you'll be nothing but mud on the roadside . . ."
"Slap!" Lu Fengxuan raised her hand and, without mercy, slapped her hard across the face.
She used so much force that Lu Sirong only felt a piercing pain on her left cheek; her face was turned to the side, and she was in such pain that she was stunned for quite a while.
Lu Sirong, covering her face, screamed hysterically, "You hit me . . . Slut, how dare you hit me!"
