This time, Shen Xiaohui didn't dare to talk nonsense. He could hear the coldness in Lin Tian's voice and knew he wasn't joking. Slowly, he walked over and stretched out his hand to slap Qin Jian across the face.
"Shen Xiaohui, if you dare to hit me, believe me, I'll make your life a living hell," Qin Jian said as he saw Shen Xiaohui reach out, his facial expression turning icy as he threatened through gritted teeth.
Upon hearing this, Shen Xiaohui hesitated, and his descending hand abruptly stopped in mid-air.
"Hit him," Lin Tian coldly ordered, not caring about the consequences.
"Slap!" Terrified by Lin Tian, Shen Xiaohui closed his eyes and swung his hand down, a crisp sound ringing beside his ear.
"Shen Xiaohui, you dare to hit me? You really dare to hit me?" Qin Jian was in disbelief, feeling the burning pain on his face. He immediately erupted, struggling to break free from Lin Tian's grip as he roared, "I'm going to kill you, you really dared to hit me!"
