"Chenxuan!" Cheng Xiuhe's face immediately turned green, how could it be this vixen's daughter again? She was furious! She cast an apologetic glance at the perturbed Father Ning beside her, suddenly strode forward, and slapped Qianxue across the face, "The daughter of that flirtatious vixen Yin Yuxin is indeed a vixen herself, I had already warned you last time not to seduce Chenxuan! You actually took my words for nothing!"
The slap, devoid of any restraint, carried all the fury within her chest.
"Smack!" Qianxue's fair little face was immediately turned aside, marked by a shocking handprint, and her loosely tied hair was also scattered, hanging softly over her shoulders.
This slap was so sudden and fierce that Qianxue felt her cheek twist to one side, followed by a burning sting, and tears were brought to her eyes; she stood frozen in Leng Chenxuan's embrace. This old woman actually hit her? And called her a vixen?
Those around were also stunned by this abrupt change.
