(A bleak week indeed, a handful of tears. Considering I've been working nonstop for thirteen days, as busy as a pug, and today I finally get to rest, I shamelessly ask for collections, comments, votes, and all sorts of support. Refer to footnote ② for details.)
With a loud "slap," the sound echoed through the entire lecture hall like a thunderclap on a calm day. Su Ziceng herself was somewhat taken aback by the force of her own slap. Her hand was tingling numbly, "Fei Qing, momma spent fifty thousand for this slap to teach you a lesson on behalf of your father!"
Fei Qing was stunned by the slap, his eardrums still vibrating. The slap was both heavy and loud, causing even the onlookers around to cover their faces, feeling their cheeks go numb as if Su Ziceng's slap had landed on their faces instead.
