Until she was jolted by a formidable force, until she saw the man before her clearly, Leng Yu's reason, which had been burnt by rage, began to gradually return.
"Mr. Xiaojiu," her breathing became increasingly disordered as she anxiously looked at Mu Xiaojiu, "Mr. Xiaojiu, it was... it was her who struck first."
"So what if I struck first?" After steadying herself in Mu Xiaojiu's arms, Baili Xia immediately walked over and approached Leng Yu.
"Am I not even qualified to teach you a lesson for being rude to me? Are the servants from Sihai Residence really that remarkable?"
With a raise of her hand, there came a slap, the third slap landing down.
Leng Yu glared at her intensely, knowing she could have blocked that slap.
But because Mr. Xiaojiu was here, because Mr. Xiaojiu's gaze was too icy cold, it felt as though her bloodline had completely frozen.
So intensely frozen that she couldn't even lift her hand.