Lu Yingxue clutched her cheek, feeling the numbness and burning pain on her skin.
She had just slapped Ye Ying in the villa, and now a slap had landed on her own face just as quickly.
She bit her lip, trying to appear amiable: "Aunt, what are you doing?"
Lu Yutong scrutinized her face. Lu Yingxue indeed possessed an exceptional beauty; while her features weren't as bright as others, she knew how to play up her strengths. What was originally a seven-point appearance, she had elevated to nine points.
Unfortunately, her right cheek was now wrapped in gauze, looking severely injured.
Her voice carried a hoarse edge as she spoke: "When I went abroad, you were no taller than a table. Back then, you were so close to me as your aunt. So many years have passed, and you have finally grown into someone as calculating and self-serving as him."
