Gu Qian stood by the roadside as Madam Mo, clutching an expensive crocodile leather platinum bag, strode in on high heels, and Gu Qian silently followed her all the way into the private room on the second floor.
Following behind Madam Mo, Gu Qian entered the private room. As she turned around, she saw Madam Mo raise her hand and send a slap towards her. Gu Qian instinctively stepped back, narrowly avoiding the slap.
Little did she know, her evasive reaction angered Madam Mo, who swung another slap towards her.
Gu Qian, with quick reflexes, caught Madam Mo's wrist before her brain could process, having grown stronger from years of secluded practice in a temple, chopping wood and fetching water daily. She was no longer the frail Gu Qian of the past.
Madam Mo struggled to free her arm but couldn't break Gu Qian's grip. She glared at Gu Qian, her voice deep and oppressive, "Let go!"
