Nan Jiaojiao's raised hand paused momentarily in mid-air before continuing upwards, vigorously massaging the acupoint on the bridge of her nose.
Only those familiar with her knew that this movement was a precursor to her anger.
Han Qi felt uneasy inside and his tone became even more appeasing, "Just for today, let's make the old man happy. Otherwise, he'll nag me again. Don't forget that you owe me a favor."
Nan Jiaojiao's body tensed, her pale fingers turning white as she clenched them tightly.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide, and the chill in them seemed as though it had sunk into a millennia-old abyss, captivating and freezing souls with just one glance.
In front of everyone, she slapped Han Qi across the face.
Around them, a chorus of shocked gasps filled the air.
The Han Family members looked at her in astonishment, a rage beginning to simmer within them.