Baili Xia certainly didn't believe that Nangong Xu would feel so guilty for not taking good care of her that he'd go as far as committing seppuku in front of Uncle.
He wasn't crazy, to do such self-harm, was he?
If Nangong Xu really hurt himself as an apology, then the only possibility could be...
Her palm tightened, and she again tried to walk past Leng Yu down the stairs.
But Leng Yu kept blocking her way, refusing to move aside.
Baili Xia, driven to desperation, suddenly raised her hand and slapped Leng Yu across the face.
Leng Yu never expected Baili Xia to strike her; she had been at Sihai Residence for many years, and even Mr. Xiaojiu, the master himself, had never laid a hand on her!
Because she didn't expect it, Baili Xia's slap landed squarely on her face.
With a smack, it wasn't very hard—after all, she was still very weak.
But it was a slap in the face, a slap! It had nothing to do with the force.
Leng Yu's face had been struck!