Rong Shaoze was unprepared when, with a smack, he was slapped across the face.
Silence, a silence so frightening.
Lin Xinlan gasped for air, her eyes twinkling, and as she saw Rong Shaoze's expression growing darker, she couldn't help but shrink her neck, a guilty shine in her eyes.
"Lin Xinlan!" Rong Shaoze suddenly grabbed her chin, his face contorted with rage, "Very good, you dare to hit me?! You actually dare to hit me!"
"I didn't do it on purpose..."
"So you want to do it on purpose, don't you?! Or should I say, you've been wanting to slap me all along? You've hit my head before, and now you've slapped my face, woman, do you have the guts of an overconfident leopard?!"
Lin Xinlan pursed her lips and remained silent, her expression somewhat innocent.
Actually, she really did want to slap him. That slap just then, she herself wasn't sure, whether it was unintentional, or intentional...
Seeing her like this, Rong Shaoze grew even angrier.
