"Ah Ye, I really didn't expect that at forty years old, you could still receive such high praise from a twenty-year-old girl. Congratulations!" Tan Xiao said teasingly.
"Quick, bring over the folding fan, the poor girl is squatting until her legs are numb." Tang Ye said gently.
"Oh, the girl doesn't feel tired, but you're the one being tenderhearted. Alright, I'll bring the fan over." Tan Xiao said, reaching out her fair, jade-like hand to pick up the fan.
With a swift upward motion, the fan opened, and the edge brushed across Wang Yuwei's face.
Immediately, it left a ten-centimeter-long mark on her face.
"Ah..." Wang Yuwei screamed, and because she was half-squatting, she fell awkwardly to the ground.
Touching her burning, painful right cheek, Wang Yuwei saw her hand covered in blood.
"I kindly helped you pick up the fan, why did you hit me?" Wang Yuwei looked angrily at Tan Xiao.