The sound of a sharp slap pierced through the now slightly quiet venue. Only a small circle of people around had been paying attention to this corner, but after that slap, a series of shocked gazes turned their way.
"Who has Wei Yanghong offended to slap himself in public like this?"
If he hadn't offended some significant figure, Wei Yanghong would never humiliate himself by slapping his own face in such an event. After today, he would likely become the laughingstock of Zhonghai.
After delivering a slap to his own face, Wei Yanghong looked eagerly at Ye Chen, but Ye Chen remained entirely unmoved, his icy expression not softening in the slightest.
A bitter smile crept onto Wei Yanghong's face. Clenching his teeth, he slapped himself again and pleaded non-stop, "Young Master Ye, you are a generous person, please spare me."
