Chu Nanxi raised her right hand and grabbed the slap Ye Sihan swung at her, squeezing tightly until Ye Sihan let out a pained cry.
The assistant, seeing Sihan at a disadvantage, rushed over to help.
Chu Nanxi slightly turned her face, her scarred left cheek toward the assistant, her ink-black pupils dangerously narrowed.
Meeting her gaze and feeling overpowered by Chu Nanxi's presence, the assistant panicked and froze on the spot.
Pulling Sihan's hand up, Chu Nanxi raised her left hand and patted Sihan's face with just the right mix of gentleness and firmness, her tone sinister.
"Miss Ye, you'd best not be so aggressive with me! After all, I'll be right there during your scenes later, and if you displease me, I have a thousand ways to make you NG. When that time comes, however long Miss Ye wishes to be drenched in the rain, I can certainly accommodate!"
With a gesture, she pushed Ye Sihan away and stepped toward the courtyard door.
