“Qianqian didn’t do it on purpose. Apologize to her.”
The man’s baseless accusation made the woman standing before him give a cold snort. She rolled her wrist, refusing to put up with him, and slapped him right back. Honestly, who did he think he was?
“Yi Yu!”
Oh, the male lead was so furious he passed out again.
Yi Yu had just finished filming when she suddenly transmigrated into the novel she had acted in and was forced to bind herself to a face-slapping System.
Face-slapping, face-slapping. Just as the name suggests, it really means slapping people in the face.
So when the male lead silently accused her, she slapped him.
The obnoxious male villain? One slap.
The fake heiress? One slap, too.
The tragic female supporting character who willingly took another woman’s place without a word of complaint? One more slap.
The male lead with a white moonlight in his heart got the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms!!!
In the end, Yi Yu raised her hand, and the male lead immediately abandoned the banquet, obediently covering his face as he hid to one side.
“You’ve already hit them, so you can’t hit me, okay?”
Heh. It’s no trouble at all.
