"Talk about what exactly?" Liao Hong asked, even though she knew what exactly Luo Huian was talking about. With her head tilted to one side, she crossed her hands behind her back and looked at Luo Huian with a hint of amusement. "I think you are misunderstanding something. I did come to meet Fan Meilin, but we did nothing. You shouldn't be jealous—"
Liao Hong didn't even get to finish what she was saying when Luo Huian raised her hand and punched the woman in the face. Her hit wasn't soft at all; in fact, it could be said that she even instilled a little spiritual energy within the punch, making Liao Hong stagger backwards. The pain was enough to make the woman tremble. She raised her head and looked at Luo Huian.
"You–"
