"A miracle? Hah! Some miracle!" Hearing Xue Ling's words, Shen Cheng burst out laughing, his voice dripping with venom.
SLAP…
Abruptly, Shen Cheng slapped Xue Ling across the face. Five crimson finger marks immediately appeared on her fair cheek, and a trickle of blood slid slowly from the corner of her mouth.
"What, did I strike a nerve? It seems you're nothing but a pathetic clown hiding behind a mask. I truly feel sorry for you!" Instead of anger, Xue Ling laughed, her eyes fixed on Shen Cheng, her face full of scorn.
