With a "slap" sound, Li Fengchang stood in the living room and could clearly hear the sound of a palm striking flesh.
Crisp, powerful, the force behind it was not small.
"Mi Shen, you're truly despicable. It's bad enough you seduced Fengchang, but you also had the audacity to tell Great Grandfather—do you think because of his old age he's easy to fool?"
Mi Shen, too, was stunned by the unexpected slap. By the time she regained her senses, her cheek burned with pain, and she was faced with Li Jinshan's furious, cursing figure.
She suddenly let out a cold laugh, without another word, and returned the favor with a backhanded slap.
Clearly, Li Jinshan hadn't expected her to strike back, so she also took a solid slap to the face.
The force behind Mi Shen's slap, comparable to Li Jinshan's, sent her staggering two steps sideways until she barely steadied herself against the doorframe.