The voice, celestial and devoid of any warmth, intoned, "One of you leaves, leaving behind a hand."
"How dare you!" Shen Yun's shrill voice erupted. She feared Chang Haotian to a degree but never paid any heed to Su Qingyue, who was without power or influence.
Smack! The sound of a slap echoed sharply.
Shen Yun fell to the ground, her face, caked in heavy makeup, now adorned with a vivid handprint. The rouge shook loose beside the imprint, accentuating the wrinkled skin beneath her corpse-like thick makeup.
No one saw who had struck the blow as Shen Yun toppled over.
All eyes shifted to Chang Haotian.
"Master Chang, you, a dignified man, actually raised your hand against a married woman. You show too little consideration for the Xiao Family," Xiao Chonghuan bellowed. The ten lurking secret guards should have appeared, yet he found himself shouting again, "Someone, come quickly!"
Not a single secret guard was to be seen.