Smack!
Along with Wang Dong's furious shout, a sharp, resounding slap rang in everyone's ears.
Xuan Zi had struck. He slapped Wang Dong hard across her fair cheek, leaving a vivid red handprint.
Tears slowly trickled down Wang Dong's cheeks.
"Elder Xuan, what are you doing?!"
Wang Yan was dumbfounded. Xuan Zi really was good at causing trouble.
He desperately wanted to curse him out. He really did, but he couldn't. He was on the verge of a breakdown.
Did Xuan Zi really think he could get away with messing with Wang Dong? How had that fool ever become an Elder?
Wang Yan couldn't keep carrying this team. He didn't think Wang Dong was wrong to curse him out—in fact, he thought she was right. He wanted to join in himself.
Jiang Nannan and Xiao Xiao immediately went over to comfort Wang Dong.
Xu Sanshi and the others looked at Xuan Zi with sympathy. That old man was done for.
Bei Bei also wore a regretful expression. Elder Xuan, Elder Xuan, maybe this time you'd finally learn your lesson.
Dai Yueheng opened his mouth, but when he thought of Wang Dong's two terrifying fathers, he couldn't help feeling sorry for Xuan Zi...
Ma Xiaotao was being supported by He Caitou and still hadn't regained consciousness.
"Hmph. I, Xuan Zi, have no need to explain myself to you!"
Xuan Zi took a cold sip of wine, his voice icy. At that moment, he was utterly arrogant and supremely confident.
It seemed that the confident Xuan Zi had finally returned.
"That slap was for your disrespect toward the strong!"
"Hmph. Come with me. We're going back to Shrek."
Xuan Zi pulled out a chicken leg and started gnawing on it again, as if Wang Dong's feelings meant nothing to him.
Wang Dong