The woman named Nangong Yi was wearing a glamorous evening gown. Even in her middle age, she had maintained her good looks well, and with naturally fine features, she remained maturely charming and gracefully captivating.
In comparison, Yang Xuan, who was in a black evening dress, was drenched in alcohol. Her beautiful cheeks were deathly pale.
As Nangong Yi straightened up gently, she extended her hand, caressing Yang Xuan's delicate skin tenderly, her face wearing a condescending expression as she said with an icy and haughty voice,
"Do you see the looks in those people's eyes? They are waiting to see how I will handle this. If I let you off, they will think I'm weak and can be bullied.
Then, the next time something like this happens, I will be the one doused in alcohol. So, if you want to blame someone, blame your own bad luck."
As her words ended, Nangong Yi's face turned cold as she raised her hand; this slap was to be her statement regarding the incident.
