Although her strength was utterly insufficient to break through Yan Baixiang's defense, everyone was already stunned.
Yan Baixiang himself couldn't believe it.
As a child, he was the king of the kids.
As he grew up, he became a martial artist prodigy, a genius general.
No one had ever dared to slap him.
His eyes turned blood-red in an instant, veins throbbed on his forehead, but upon realizing that the person before him was his mother, he relaxed his clenched fists and looked down at the ground.
However, Su Mengzhen didn't seem to intend to let him off and continued to stand on tiptoes.
Slap!!!
Another slap landed on the other side of Yan Baixiang's face.
"Do you realize what you're saying?"
Su Mengzhen's expression was ice-cold.
As she spoke, "slap, slap, slap, slap," her hand went back and forth, fiercely slapping General Yan's face.
Song Cheng, who was about to make his move up front, turned around in astonishment upon hearing the commotion behind him.
