"I'm sure you've mistaken me for someone else," Shu Yu said. "You'd better investigate thoroughly before speaking."
After she finished speaking, she was about to leave. Cheng Jiatong, seeing this, became even angrier, "Stop, I'm telling you to stop! Didn't you hear me? I'm not finished talking, you lowly woman..."
Watching Shu Yu walk farther and farther away, Cheng Jiatong couldn't hold back anymore and raised her hand to slap Shu Yu's face.
Shu Yu considered herself mature, emotionally stable, and not one to argue unnecessarily with a spoiled brat like her.
The other party was just issuing verbal threats, which she didn't care about.
But to call her a lowly woman and then resort to violence—she couldn't be blamed for her fiery temper.
She raised her hand to block the incoming slap, and with an incredulous look from Cheng Jiatong, she returned the favor with a slap of her own.
"Slap…"
