But Su Ziming was her benefactor.
The other party was clearly targeting Su Ziming.
"Young Master Shen, I hope you can give me some face..."
"Fine!" Shen Wuxiao nodded, raised his hand, and slapped Hana across the face.
Slap!
The crisp sound of the slap rang through the venue.
Blood seeped from the corner of Hana's mouth, and her whole body trembled.
"Is this enough face for you?"
"I..."
"Not enough?" Shen Wuxiao backhanded her with another slap. "Now they're nicely symmetrical. Is that enough?"
Su Ziming gritted his teeth and stepped forward. "Shen Wuxiao, if you have something, come at me. Don't make things difficult for her!"
Now it was his turn to protect Hana.
But Shen Wuxiao did not acknowledge Su Ziming at all.
Instead, he placed both hands on Hana's shoulders.
"Hana, tell me, why are you so incapable of appreciating favors?"
"For his sake, you gave up so much. Was it worth it?"
"Shen... Young Master Shen... I..."
Hana no longer had even a trace of the authority she had displayed earlier.
When one stood beneath another's eaves, one had no choice but to bow one's head.
If she wanted to return alive, she could not offend Shen Wuxiao.
"Are you stuttering? Can't even finish a sentence?"
"Didn't you just say you wanted to see who dared touch him? I'll make your dream come true!"
As soon as the words fell, Shen Wuxiao kicked out.
His speed was terrifyingly fast.
Caught off guard, Su Ziming was struck by the kick and sent flying backward.
He crashed headfirst into the buffet table.
A heap of dishes covered his head.
The commotion startled everyone.
"Brother Ming!" Ren Xiang and Xiao Yifeng hurried over to help him up.
Yet Shen Wuxiao smiled. That was what true arrogance looked like.