This Slap Struck Not the Face, but One's Dignity!

On bed lay a man and a woman. The woman was Song Ci, and the man was Huo Qingqu.

Outside, the onlookers who were watching the images on the screen were utterly dumbfounded. Was this what they called the thief crying "Catch the thief"?

Huo Qingqu, who had his back turned to the projection screen, was completely unaware that the male lead in this drama was now himself.

With a faint smile on his lips, he looked at Huo Qing'ang, "Qing'ang, do you have nothing to say now?"

There was a provocative tone in his dark, melodious voice, tinged with a hint of schadenfreude.

"It's just that I've grown old and can't keep up with the way you young people think anymore. But at least I know what it means to have a sense of propriety." Huo Zhenyun stood up and raised his hand to deliver a loud slap across Huo Qingqu's face.

The slap caught Huo Qingqu off guard, and he saw stars as he held his cheek.