What Qin Yiran wanted to say next was: where exactly did I hit you?
But before she could finish her sentence, he Tiantian, who had been silent for a moment, suddenly leaped up to Shi Yao and asked, "Yaoyao, what's wrong with your face?"
"Yaoyao, why is your face so swollen?"
As he tiantian spoke, he seemed to have understood something as he glared at Qin Yiran with a vicious gaze. "Qin Yiran, aren't you being a little too vicious? How could you do this? You..."
Qin yiran frowned in bewilderment at the accusation before turning her head to look at Shi Yao.
While she was turning her head around, she had wanted to finish her sentence, but the moment her gaze touched Shi Yao's face, it was as if she had seen an unbelievable scene, her eyes widened in shock.
Shi Yao's face was horribly swollen, as if someone had hit it hard.
There were also two swollen spots on her neck, as if someone had pinched it with their fingertips.
