The slap was brutally hard, and within moments, several finger marks had swollen prominently on Jiang Yuzhe's face, like several large worms crawling across it, making even him wince in pain.
"Why won't I give up? How did she even discover me? It doesn't make sense." Jiang Yuzhe, clutching his cheek, said indignantly. Besides Mu Hanyan, even Hua Yuezi hadn't been able to detect his lingering shadows. He couldn't fathom how Mu Yuying, who was far less powerful than them, managed to spot him and slap him accurately every time. Once or twice might be luck, but this consistency baffled him.
"Why not just ask her?" Mu Hanyan retorted with an annoyed glare, cursing inwardly: Serves you right, if you weren't always so eager to take advantage, this wouldn't have happened.
"Yuying, come here," Mu Hanyan called out.
"What is it, Brother Hanyan?" One could tell she had enjoyed that slap immensely; the little tigress still had an excited expression on her face.
