"How can you be so annoying? You're past your prime, so just exit gracefully. You should have accepted this reality long ago. Who do you think you are now? What right do you have to continue clinging to this position?"
The woman's slap, accompanied by a whooshing sound, would have undoubtedly left a red imprint of five fingers on Chen Qiuwan's face if it had made contact.
Chen Qiuwan was initially overwhelmed with grief, but for some reason, when the slap was hurtling toward her, an image flashed through her mind.
Although his face was concealed by a masquerade mask, making it impossible to discern his features, his clear eyes revealed the presence of a very resolute man.
At least, every gesture and word of his conveyed the feeling of an unwavering man.
It was the appearance of this man that gave Chen Qiuwan a few more convictions in her heart.
She had felt somewhat fearful before.
