"Xia Wanyuan!! How dare you!" Richard could not feel his right leg at all. He knelt on the ground. The audience around him cast complicated gazes. Richard looked at Xia Wanyuan angrily, and he could not even maintain the smile on his face.
Before Richard could finish speaking, Xia Wanyuan's second slap landed on his face. "Pa!" It resounded through the theater.
Xia Wanyuan used her strength. Although she had only hit him twice, both sides of Richard's face were swollen and burning.
Xia Wanyuan took out the invitation to the finals that she had received not long ago and waved it in front of Richard. "Do you see it? It's an invitation that you won't be able to get even if you waste your entire life."
"What are you so smug about? It's just a qualification for the finals, but you're already so arrogant. As expected of a Chinese who has never seen the world." Richard looked at the invitation letter with fire in his eyes.
