Chen Ya was so angry that she was shaking, not expecting such a high level of skill from such a young girl.
She pointed at Song Nuan: "What are you laughing at?"
Lu Yan followed her gaze to the young girl beside him, and Song Nuan looked at him pitifully: "I'm not laughing."
She bit her lip, her eyes brimming with tears: "Besides, my face really hurts."
She pointed to her tender white cheeks, which had improved a lot since the morning, but still had some slight red marks.
Only then did Lu Yan notice. He hadn't paid much attention before.
Song Nuan looked pitiful: "My face hurts this much, how could I be laughing? Laughing makes it hurt even more."
Lu Yan's eyes were cold as he looked at Chen Ya: "Did you hit her?"
Chen Ya felt disconcerted inside, but outwardly remained composed, being a woman accustomed to rough storms.
"Yes." Chen Ya: "This young girl spoke rudely to me, and I couldn't control my hand at the moment."
