Bing Yue narrowed her eyes at Qin Qin, "If you want to admire the moon, our Honorable Master certainly wouldn't care, but you ignore us all. Do you think you're so great, Miss Qin? You're nothing but a worn-out shoe, how could the Honorable Master possibly truly like you?"
A murderous aura emanated, startling Bing Yue as she looked towards Qin Qin, who rose from her seat on the bench and approached her. At that moment, Qin Qin's expression was haughty and sinister, and she exuded an intimidating presence.
Binging Yue unconsciously took a step back, noticing her own timidity; she straightened her chest and challenged, "What's wrong, did I say something incorrect?"
"Slap!"
The loud smack of a slap filled the air, Bing Yue clutched her stricken cheek, glaring at Qin Qin who lowered her right hand, looking coldly at Bing Yue, "Your mouth really stinks, well deserved! If you dare repeat that, I believe your mouth definitely won't be able to speak again, and that would be for life."
