Zhang Zerong reflexively struck back, "You filthy bitch, what gives you the right to hit me? I haven't even hit you back for your betrayal of the Wu Family, and yet you dare strike me! Do you no longer wish to live?"
No sooner had he finished than another firm slap landed on his face. Xiaofeng looked at him with icy eyes, "Mr. Zhang, if you can't speak properly, I wouldn't mind teaching you how."
Zhang Zerong looked at her incredulously, he hadn't seen how her palm had fallen or how she'd managed to strike him.
He….
"What gives you the right to hit me?" He hadn't laid a hand on her; why should she strike first? If it had been any day before today, anyone who dared to hit him would have been retaliated against until they wanted to cry.
"Didn't I just explain? You don't know how to speak, so I need to teach you how to. Not to be blunt, but Mr. Zhang, your level of conversation might just be the reason Mr. Wu is in trouble," Xiaofeng retorted.
