"Hee-hee, Little Shan, how come you've gotten so skinny?"
"Come, give your auntie a kiss."
"Ouch, you, when did you get so fierce? This thing is quite big, even, even matching mine."
At this moment, Su Xiangmei was like a ravenous wild wolf, howling away.
"Don't, don't touch me, get away from me."
Xue Ying was on the verge of going insane, and she slapped Su Xiangmei across the face.
The slap made Su Xiangmei jump to her feet.
"You, you're not Little Shan, you, you're a woman, who, who are you?"
Su Xiangmei finally realized something was wrong, her face a picture of panic.
"What's your relationship with that guy?"
Xue Ying took slow steps towards Su Xiangmei.
Su Xiangmei, terrified, kept backing away.
"I, I, I have no relation with him, if you have a grudge go find Little Shan, don't look for me, I'm just passing by."
"Oh?"
Xue Ying thought for a moment.
"Slap."
A fierce chop with the side of the hand landed on Su Xiangmei's neck.
"Ugh."
