Mrs. Zhang held her cheek, her face full of disbelief.
Feeling the surprised gazes from those around her, she immediately became furious with shame, so angry she was about to go mad on the spot. She had actually been slapped by someone—by a woman she looked down on. How could she possibly swallow this affront?
"You dared to hit me?" Veins popped on her forehead, her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked as if she wanted to devour Ye Qiu.
Then Ye Qiu uttered that sage phrase: "If I'm going to hit you, I'll hit you. Why wait for a special day?"
"Bitch!" Mrs. Zhang uttered the first curse word of her life, her mouth twisted with rage, and then, disregarding her image as a lady, she lunged at Ye Qiu to fight her. But how could she possibly be a match for Ye Qiu?
Ye Qiu caught her arm and flung her aside, causing Mrs. Zhang to stumble and fall. Her expensive clothes and bag were immediately covered in dust.
