Finally, An Nan and the others, under Zhang Ziyin's smug gaze, followed the police out of the hotel. As Shen Mengqi walked past Zhang Ziyin, she cast a strange arc at her.
The latter was momentarily stunned, then quickly stepped forward, grabbing her departing steps, angrily shouting, "What did that smile mean just now?"
Shen Mengqi shrugged indifferently: "What could it mean? It's just the meaning within a smile. Besides, what does it matter to you if I smile? Is there a rule saying I'm not allowed to smile?"
As she spoke, her enigmatic smile fell on the hand gripping her arm: "Miss Zhang, if there's nothing else, please release your claw."
Claw?
This shameless woman dared to call her prized fingers claws, without thinking she directly swung a slap.
Shen Mengqi could have easily avoided it, but she stubbornly faced the slap with her face, followed by sounds of surprise from the surroundings.
Everyone surrounded them with furious expressions.
