Guān Yǎ smiled faintly and said, "Zhāng Yuānyuán, why aren't you saying what you just said? Does your face hurt from getting slapped?"
Zhāng Yuānyuán felt as though her entire body were burning, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
With a rush of heat to her head, she stubbornly retorted, "What does driving a nice car prove? What if it's rented? What's so great about that?"
Chapter 112