Lin Lin's face was flushed with a mix of green and red, mortified by He Qing's juvenile remark!
However, just seeing He Qing, even if he did nothing, made him feel much more tranquil. The violent desire to destroy everything that had filled his chest was no more, and he became completely composed.
He suppressed the itching sensation in his heart and feigned calm, "How shall we deal with it?"
He Qing walked over, disdainfully eying Wang Ye's urine-soaked pants, rolled up her sleeves, and said to Lin Lin, "To deal with such scum, start with a couple of slaps to subdue him and then talk!"
After speaking, she swung her fair palms and, with two slapping sounds, Wang Ye's clean face suddenly bore two red palm prints. The red marks were swollen, showing she had used force. At this moment, the intermingling of red and white was surprisingly beautiful.
He Qing lowered her hand, looked at the teary-eyed Wang Ye, and demanded harshly, "Do you submit?!"
