Jiang Yi walked away, and Zhang Qian reached out to touch his face, where she had hit him.
Despite Jiang Yi's slight frame, she possessed surprising strength.
Zhang Qian had always suffered from headaches, and at the moment when Jiang Yi slapped him, he could hardly hear anything.
His ears were filled with the piercing sound of a sharp blade scraping against a metal plate, overwhelming his brain into a brief moment of blankness.
It was only a while later that his hearing returned to normal.
Regrettably, Jiang Yi did not give him any information; she simply left after venting her anger.
It was Wen Suihan, instead, who watched Jiang Yi's retreating figure with a look of distress plastered across his face.
At that moment, his facial expression was one of utter despair.
Shortly after, Zhang Qian patted Wen Suihan's shoulder from behind.
Wen Suihan turned around to see Zhang Qian's half-red face.
Wen Suihan's brows were tightly knitted as he asked, "What did you do again?"
