At this moment, Zhuang Xiaowan was in a state of complete loss of control. Her body was in excruciating pain; a mouthful of blood was stuck in her throat, unable to go either up or down. Her body trembled violently as she stared fixedly at Rongrong's face, hearing no sound at all. The hard and cold apple was pressed tightly against her lips.
Rongrong's voice sounded again, "Auntie, please have a bit, it's really sweet."
Zhuang Xiaowan, shaking, raised her hand and with all her strength, slapped Rongrong across the face.
A 'slap' echoed through the room, followed by Rongrong's scream as her body fell onto the shattered glass on the floor.
Hearing the scream, Mu Bai's expression darkened, and he ran into the room immediately, catching sight of Rongrong lying amid the debris.
