The force of the slap was immense, causing Wang Zixin's neck to jerk violently to the side, a more vivid red handprint appearing on her face, even beginning to swell.
The pain made Wang Zixin feel extremely aggrieved, tears in her eyes were on the verge of falling.
"Hehe... still dare to argue?" Yang Qinghua chuckled triumphantly.
Wang Zixin turned her head, sneered coldly at Yang Qinghua before her. Even though her eyes were filled with tears, she stubbornly said, "Even if you kill me, you're still a shrew, and that will never change!"
Yang Qinghua's brows furrowed again, and she slapped Wang Zixin hard once more.
With a smack, a bright red handprint appeared on Wang Zixin's other cheek.
Standing in the center of the square, Xiao Zheng's heart clenched fiercely. Although the two slaps were on Wang Zixin's face, it felt like a boulder was slamming into Xiao Zheng's chest, making it so uncomfortable that it was almost hard for him to breathe.
