"You, why did you hit me just now? No, I have to return it, I have to retaliate." Jian Yanyan said, reaching out to slap Jiang Meilin's face.
But Jiang Meilin was so shocked by Jian Yanyan's words that she didn't react at all.
As Jian Yanyan's hand was about to strike her face, her wrist was grasped by someone.
She was stunned, looked in the direction of her hand, and saw Shen Mingfeng's face. He was holding her raised hand, looking at her with cold eyes.
Jian Yanyan stood there dumbfounded, staring blankly at him, then quietly said, "Let go."
"Yanyan, that's enough." Shen Mingfeng's voice was somewhat bitter.
Jian Yanyan suddenly laughed, "What Yanyan? Who allowed you to call me that? Who the hell do you think you are? Who the hell gave you the right to call me Yanyan?"
