"Hit you for the fourth time."

Lin Yi slapped him with his backhand, then waited quietly.

I'm not in a hurry to continue taking action.

He stood in front of Han Yuan, waiting for him to speak.

A word of dissatisfaction is a slap in the face.

A slap will not really kill someone, but every slap is a step on Han Won's self-esteem.

The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence.

The people around him all stopped holding chopsticks in their hands, all looked this way, and all of them fell silent.

They looked at Lin Yi with awe.

"Brother, this slap is so powerful."

"I feel that if he masters some rhythm, he might be able to compose a slap song. It will be so slap-happy!"

Someone was talking quietly.
Chapter completed!