Huang Wei's slap was forceful, the sound of breaking wind whistling nonstop!
If this slap landed on Ye Fei'Er's face, regardless of whether it would make her spit blood, the mark of this slap would be imprinted on her face permanently, likely leaving her to live with a handprint on her face from then on.
For a beauty like Ye Fei'Er, this would be more painful than killing her!
Closer! Huang Wei's palm was only five centimeters away from Ye Fei'Er's cheek!
But at this moment...
A crisp "smack" sound!
Lin Fan suddenly moved and grabbed Huang Wei's wrist.
"I say, Mr. Huang, hitting my woman right in front of me, isn't that a bit too disrespectful to me?" Lin Fan said lazily, holding a cigarette.
"Who the hell are you? Let go of me immediately!" Huang Wei struggled a few times. Seeing that Lin Fan's grip was like iron pincers, impossible to break free, his expression involuntarily tensed.
