Lai Zhiyuan fell to the ground, her cheek burning from the slap, the ringing in her ears making a buzzing noise, "Bitch, I'm going to fight you to the death!"
She suddenly leaped up and lunged at Yan Luoxi, her sharp nails viciously sweeping toward Yan Luoxi's delicate and beautiful face.
Yan Luoxi dodged by tilting her head back and countered with another slap to Lai Zhiyuan's other cheek, knocking her down to the ground.
She grabbed her hair and bent her knee to kneel directly on her back, pinning her firmly to the ground, her voice icy, "Seeing you reap what you've sown does make me very happy. And as for that filthy mouth of yours, I've had enough. Chen Jie, go find a toilet brush from the bathroom."
Realizing what she intended to do, Lai Zhiyuan felt a chill from head to toe. She glared fiercely at a young artist standing by, "You wouldn't dare!"
