Just as Yashu thought that Mu Anran would endure the situation meekly, she saw her suddenly step back and grasp Yashu's wrist with her left hand.
Immediately after, her free right hand swung fiercely.
"Smack!"
A crisp slap landed squarely on Yashu's face.
Yashu was stunned by the slap, looking at Mu Anran with wide eyes and disbelief, "You, you hit me?"
Mu Anran released her left hand and looked at her dismissively, "When did I hit you? I simply felt a cramp in my hand and was just loosening up, who told you to stick your face in the way?"
"..."
If Yashu had been in disbelief before, now her entire worldview was shattered.
She wasn't deaf; the little bitch had just said that it was all a stretch, and that Yashu had offered her face up to be slapped.
