Disturbed - II

"Y-You…," Shen Yiqing was lost for words. She was top three models in Paris at such a young age and this nobody dared to slap her?

"Why? Did it hurt? If you have guts to do something, then you should be brave enough to get a payback too, no?" Chen Waan waved her hand for the force she used was too much. Her hand also tingled a bit. She nonchalantly sat down on the chair and started filling her plate. Today would probably be another wasted day. Her monthly evaluation was approaching and she tomorrow was the deadline she had given to Mo Yifan for her mastery of song. There was much to do, and yet, she always had something or other to disturb her. Now this new headache.

Shen Yiqing could not take this humiliation. Her eyes suddenly formed tears that rolled on her cheeks.