Yun Ya was momentarily stunned, then soon chuckled softly, lowering his gaze to hide the scorn.
Kang Jinse, with a slap, tumbled backward, her high heels twisting, and she fell harshly to the ground, hair disheveled and in extreme disarray.
She was utterly bewildered, ears ringing, the left side of her cheek burning hot.
In just half a day's time, she had been slapped by two people, on the same side of her face, no less.
Humiliation, resentment, and grievance—all these emotions interwove in her eyes, yet ultimately settled into a pool of calm. Biting her lips until they bled, the taste of iron spreading in her mouth, she conjured up a cold smile.
"Brother Shen... what did I do wrong? Why did you hit me?" She looked up, her voice laced with injustice.
Yun Shen stood tall and imposing, looking down from above, his handsome face devoid of any clear emotion, leaving an intimidating impression.
