The woman seemed to say something. The man raised his hand and slapped her. The crisp sound of a slap came from the house.
"Talk. It's boring if you don't talk." The man pinched Su Yueran's chin. "Who is Lin Qingyuan trying to mock by sending a mute over?"
Su Yueran bit the soft flesh in her mouth until it bled. She stubbornly turned her face to the side. "What did you say?"
"How boring." The man let go of Su Yueran's face and stood up. He took a cake from the side and carefully smeared the cream on Su Yueran's face and neck.
Feeling the sticky cream on her face, Su Yueran lay on the carpet in despair, her mouth already filled with blood.
"Why are you crying?" The man finished applying all the cream and looked at his masterpiece in satisfaction. "Didn't you sleep with that CEO Wang last week? Why are you pretending to be a chaste woman here?"
Tears fell from the corners of Su Yueran's eyes as she closed her eyes in despair.
