"Slap!"
Another crisp slap resounded.
Song Muyu's face twisted to the side from the impact, and if it wasn't for the person next to her, she would have fallen to the ground.
A stream of bright red blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and a clear palm print was left on her fair cheek, shockingly distinct.
But she didn't cry, only lifted her eyes to look coldly at Chen Haimin.
She said, "Mr. Chen, you'd better not provoke me, or the consequences will be more miserable than last time, and this is by no means an empty threat."
"Ha!" Upon hearing this, Chen Haimin sneered immediately when Song Muyu actually threatened him: "You bitch, you still want to threaten me? If I were scared, do you think I would have kidnapped you?"
Hearing the man's words, although there wasn't much expression on Song Muyu's face, her heart skipped a beat.
This man took risks and was extremely radical, probably because he was used to being arrogant.