A crisp slap rang in the pet shop. Everyone's hearts shuddered.
Xia Zhetao drew in a cold breath. He gritted his teeth and took a few steps back. The next moment, he realized that it was remiss of his part to do so. So, he quickly went up to his superior's side and asked with trepidation, "P-President Mu… are you alright?"
'Oh, dear! Someone on Earth actually dared slap President Mu! A-Ah…! Why did this trip down to the pet shop turn into a horror movie?! My eyes must be deceiving me. This doesn't make sense at all!'
Mu Tingfeng was equally stunned the moment he was slapped mercilessly by Zhao Youlin. As far as he was concerned, no one had ever dared to slap him ever since he was born in this world.
Mu Tingfeng's expression darkened. He was about to burst out in anger. However, he was immediately startled when he noticed the bruises on Zhao Youlin's shoulder. He said, "Y-You…"
