Zhu Jianian's face still bore the bruises from last night's beating—green and purple patches, with a swollen, reddened mouth. It made her look utterly ridiculous when she spoke.
Ji Wei couldn't hold back and laughed.
"What are you laughing at!" Ji Wei's laughter sounded especially grating to Zhu Jianian.
She was already deeply self-conscious about looking like a battered pig. If Tang Yi hadn't told her that Ji Wei had been caught, there was no way she would have shown up.
Last night, Ji Wei's people had beaten her savagely. How could she possibly swallow that anger?
"I'm laughing at how ridiculous you look, like a clown!" Ji Wei slowly restrained her laughter, her eyes abruptly turning cold and piercing, locking onto Zhu Jianian.
"Ji Wei, how dare you mock me! You—"
Zhu Jianian was trembling with rage, raising her hand to slap Ji Wei across the face.
