Wu Zihui glared at Yin Mo, who stood before her with an expression of unruffled calm. The rage in her heart erupted like a volcano, and she completely lost her reason. Crouching down, she raised her hand high and, filled with bitter resentment, brought it down hard across Yin Mo’s delicate, pale cheek.
With a crisp "slap," a vivid red handprint immediately bloomed on Yin Mo’s cheek, standing in stark contrast to her fair skin. The force of the blow was immense; it knocked Yin Mo’s head to the side, and a few strands of hair fell in disarray across her forehead.
"So, you think you’re so high and mighty! After tonight, I’d like to see what capital you have left to seduce the second young master of the Gu family! Uncle, she—is all yours to 'enjoy'!" Wu Zihui gritted her teeth, her eyes gleaming with madness and triumph.
Chapter 130