Suming's slap was so sudden and fierce that no one saw it coming. Even as the person involved, Yang Tao didn't make a move, and neither did the fat man with a face full of coarse features, Wang Hao. Instead, it was the young man who appeared the most amiable, who hadn't said a word from beginning to end and seemed like an outsider, who suddenly took action.
The slap was so hard that even after Suming had walked out of the private room door and Wang Hao and the others had followed him out, Zhou Jing's ears were still buzzing, and a mess of twinkling stars swirled before her eyes.
"How could you hit someone? To hit a woman, are you even a man?!"
Chen Yuan came running from behind and reached out to grab Suming's sleeve, but just as his hand was half extended and hadn't yet touched Suming, Suming suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at Chen Yuan with an expressionless face.