Slap!
Xuan Ying slapped Feng Lingxue's face. The sudden impact of the slap pushed Feng Lingxue backwards and she fell heavily onto the carpet.
A bright red palm print instantly emerged on her delicate face and blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. The golden hairpin fell beside her feet.
Just then, she heard a cold and baleful voice. "Have you sober now?"
Feng Lingxue's dazed eyes gradually recovered its focus and clarity. She looked up to see Yuyu nestling in the man's arms and flashing her a sneering smile. All the other beauties were also covering their mouths and sniggering at her.
When had he returned?
The main door was pulled open and Ah Zhou was standing by the side. Xuan Ying was wearing a gray long leather coat with a brown shirt within, looking perfectly handsome.
Everyone did not dare to utter a word. He was the Master here.
