The man's expression was somewhat blurred and sinister—at least, that's how it seemed to Yao Qing.
In fact, his eyebrows and eyes had hardly changed because of what she said. It was only when he mentioned the slap and the word "tacit approval" that his deep-set eyes narrowed imperceptibly.
"You hit her?" Yu Yanshen turned to Yao Qing, his question impeccably enunciated.
Yao Qing watched him with a cold gaze, her thin red lips curving into a scornful smile, "Yes, I hit her, and not only that, but she swelled up to the point that the crew had to stop filming. Swollen like a pufferfish...get it?"
Her almost malicious words made Yu Yanshen frown slightly.
"Yao Qing, are you very angry?"
She had just slapped An Ru, yet she still seemed quite angry.
Yao Qing took a sip of cold water, and the frustration in her heart seemed to have been quenched a bit.