Huang Yueying suddenly felt a bit disheveled, but when her eyes turned towards Chen Hao, they carried a trace of admiration. If it were her, even if Li Xiangfei hit Li Bingshuang, she probably would only stop him with words.
"Don't... don't hit... mmm..." Amidst a series of slapping sounds, Li Xiangfei finally began to beg for mercy.
Chen Hao gave two more slaps before he stopped, by which time Li Xiangfei's entire face had swelled up to at least twice its original size, looking as if he'd had plastic surgery—except it was a change from thin to fat, and his previous appearance was completely unrecognizable.
And Chen Hao indeed had a sense of measure in his slapping; after so many slaps, Li Xiangfei's face was only swollen and not bleeding at all, not even his mouth was broken.
It was evident that Chen Hao's slapping technique had reached the pinnacle of perfection!
"Does it hurt?" Chen Hao snorted coldly and asked indifferently.
