"You..." Lin Huanhuan was even angrier. She raised her hand and slapped herself on the cheek. The sound was crisp. She didn't dare to hit herself too hard, she only hit herself because of her childish tantrum. Although she hit herself very lightly, it left a red mark. A child's skin was delicate and it would probably take half an hour to disappear.
"Wow, so ruthless. So you're hitting yourself now," Jiang Tong deliberately exaggerated her tone and laughed at Lin Huanhuan.
"I want to. Just wait! You're finished!" Lin Huanhuan said fiercely.
"Do you think your father will believe you when you set me up?" Jiang Tong asked Lin Huanhuan provocatively.
"Of course my father trusts me. Why else would he trust an outsider like you?" Lin Huanhuan rolled up her sleeves and pinched her arm as if she felt that it was not enough.
"You're such a talent, pinching yourself," Jiang Tong smiled again.
