Suddenly—
There was a "smack" sound.
Ye Liangyan couldn't withstand the force; she staggered and was barely able to support herself by clutching the edge of the rattan table.
Her left cheek burned painfully.
Ye Liangyan, ignoring the pain on her face, turned and ran outside.
As soon as she descended the steps of the pavilion, Tang Zhenghao took a few long strides to catch up to her, grabbing her arm and pulling her back.
"You dare to run—"
Ye Liangyan, furious, somehow found the strength to fling his hand off, and with a "smack," she slapped him across the face.
The sound was especially loud.
Tang Zhenghao was probably shocked too, his whole body froze, and the gloominess in his eyes intensified.
Just then, a harsh question sounded not far ahead.
"What are you two doing?"
Hearing this voice, Ye Liangyan suddenly felt a sense of relief in her heart.
Tang Zhenghao was clearly surprised; he tensed up, and suddenly released Ye Liangyan's hand.
