SLAP—!
A sharp, crisp slap echoed as Ye Heng swung his hand, sending Han Yao sprawling to the ground.
Ye Heng had put his full force into the blow. Caught completely off guard, Han Yao took the hit squarely. Half his face swelled up instantly, and blood even started to seep from the corner of his mouth.
"This is the Ye Family! How dare you act so insolently!"
Ye Heng was clearly furious. His face was ashen, and a vein throbbed on his forehead.
He looked as if he wished Han Yao would simply vanish on the spot.
Han Yao's head spun, and he tasted the coppery tang of blood. The sensation made his temples throb.
When he realized what had just happened, all the blood rushed to his head.
"Ye Heng, you dare to hit me?!"
Growing up, no one other than his own father had ever dared to treat him like this!
