Fan Yao was suddenly yelled at and was momentarily stunned.
Then, she put on an expression that seemed on the verge of crying.
Just now, she had already smoothly gone to fetch Fan Qing's clothes.
Now, with one hand on her chest and the other clenched tightly into a fist, she displayed the look of an innocent victim to the fullest.
"Why do you…"
Before she could finish, Jhiang Yuan swung her arm and delivered a resounding slap.
Fan Yao was just about to start her act, but she didn't expect the sudden slap that knocked her to the ground.
She truly lay there on the ground, the imprint of the five fingers evident on her face immediately.
Faint traces of blood were visible at the corner of her mouth, which she covered with her hand.
"What are you doing? I have never offended you."
Jhiang Yuan strode over, looking down at her from above.
"Fan Yao, you haven't offended me, but you almost caused my father to lose his life.
