The entire banquet hall suddenly became silent.
Only the roar of Xue Ce's anger echoed in everyone's ears.
Doubtful and uncertain gazes swept back and forth between Xue Ce and Du Wanhun.
The satisfaction on the faces of Cheng Yi, Duan Yaohui, and Duan Meijuan completely disappeared.
The three of them stood frozen in place, unable to come back to their senses.
After being slapped publicly by Xue Ce, Du Wanhun only felt a burning pain on his cheek.
At first, his mind was spinning.
When he came around, the anger inside him erupted like a volcano.
But he dared not lay a finger on Xue Ce!
He could only forcefully suppress his boiling rage.
The hint of obsequiousness on Du Wanhun's face had not fully faded yet.
Now, his face also flashed with anger and unwillingness.
This made his entire facial expression very strange.
"Huff, huff—"
Heavy pants came from Du Wanhun's mouth.
He was somewhat a renowned figure in Wu Zhou, after all.
