No one noticed when Xiao Ming had arrived in front of Zhou Xialan and slapped her, not even Zhou Xialan herself, who was dumbstruck on the spot.
"If I ever hear another disrespectful word from you about my partner, I'll cut out your tongue!"
Xiao Ming's voice was as cold as ice, sending shivers down Zhou Xialan's spine, finally feeling the pain in her face.
"You low-class worker, you... you dare to hit me?"
Turning around, she grabbed Feng Haoyu's arm, her voice tinged with sobbing, "Husband, he hit me..."
Feng Haoyu's face turned a livid color, "Xiao Ming, I'm warning you, get on your knees and slap your own face to apologize to my woman right now, or else I'll make sure you regret it!"
"What do you mean by 'regret it'? Fight me? Or call the police to arrest me?"
"Fight? That's something only low-life trash like you would do, and to clean up the likes of trash, calling the police is even less necessary, it's just demeaning."
