Distracted, Mu Yin suddenly realized that someone had grabbed her shoulders from behind and a fierce palm wind swept across—
Mu Yin shuddered and instinctively turned her head aside, successfully dodging it.
However, before she could steady herself, she was forcefully grasped by the shoulders by a tall and formidable bodyguard.
With a slap, her face was firmly struck again.
"You..." Mu Yin, caught off guard, had her face turned to the side, the burning pain immediately spreading and engulfing her entire head. A scratch from a fingernail even broke the skin on her snowy neck, leaving a trail of blood.
Looking up to see the arrogant instigator, Chu Xueying, standing in front of her, Mu Yin's rage surged, "What on earth do you want?"
"What do I want? To discipline you, you shameless wretch..." Chu Xueying's face was sinister as she stepped forward, raising her hand again to slap Mu Yin's other cheek.
