"My people have arrived," Song Jianjia said calmly, a slight curve lifting her beautiful red lips.
Lin Shuang took a deep drag from his cigarette and responded indifferently, "So what?"
"Did you say just now that I was your bitch? Dare you repeat that?" Song Jianjia's red lips curled into a cold arc as she spoke icily.
A second ago, she had been a little lamb, but now she stood proud, the serf turning into the master.
"Smack...!" Lin Shuang raised his hand and slapped her across the face without hesitation, "You have always been my bitch; is there a problem?"
Song Jianjia, clutching her swollen cheek, asked in disbelief, "You dare to hit me?"
"What about it if I hit you? I'm your master, and I cannot hit my own bitch?" Lin Shuang said coldly.