"Slap!"
Mu Qianshui's hand had just been raised in mid-air when Yan Xinxin firmly grabbed it.
"Yan Xinxin, let go of me!"
"You think I'm dying to touch your precious Mu Qianshui hands?"
Yan Xinxin disdainfully flung Mu Qianshui's hand aside.
"If it weren't for Chenxi's sake, I would've slapped you across the face just now."
"Ha! Haha!"
Mu Qianshui laughed like she had just heard the funniest joke in the world.
"You think you dare slap me? A broke and penniless woman, unmarried mother at eighteen, a family in utter chaos, a father in prison, a worthless mother, and a money-grubbing sister. Someone like you thinks they can slap me? Where's your cour—"
"Slap!"
Before Mu Qianshui could finish, Yan Xinxin's hand landed harshly on the left side of her face.
Mu Qianshui froze.
The smile on her face disappeared, replaced by shock—and disbelief.
