"My hands hurt, I'll go home and you can rub them for me, I want to hit her myself!"
Suddenly, the whole room was in an uproar.
How spoiled must one be to say such a thing? It's just too wilful.
"Mm, okay."
The voice, rich in magnetism and heavenly, was incredibly pleasing to the ear.
Before Shen Hua could react, Shen Cheng had already approached, her gaze turned icy as she raised her hand and slapped her across the face.
The crisp sound was so piercing that it seemed it could shatter eardrums.
Shen Hua, holding her face, stared at her in disbelief, "You hit me?"
She, Shen Hua, was born with a golden spoon in her mouth; everyone around her has always been flattering or currying favor with her, with no one even daring to scold her, let alone hit her.
This woman actually raised her hand to her!
"So what if I hit you!"
Shen Cheng said while raising her hand towards her face again—
