Slap.
The sound echoed in the small corridor but—
"Han Yichen!" Meng Yunhan raised her head and looked at the man while clutching her cheek, which was still burning. "How dare you slap me?"
"How dare I slap you? How dare you slap my daughter?" Han Yichen roared. He was listening to everything that was going on outside. He had been holding his anger because he was worried that he would do something really harsh to Meng Yunhan. Who would have thought that just because he did not lose his temper with her, she would dare to act up in front of his daughters? This woman was truly someone who had no qualms or understanding of her own situation. How dare she touch Han Ruochen, and how dare she call Han Xuehan a jinx? Did she really think that he was dead?
