"You cheap wench, stop right there for my young madam!"
Indeed, Mo Yongxi was so furious she nearly spat blood. She rushed up to Mo Yan, blocking her path with arms wide open, two shiny gold bracelets hanging from her wrists, glaringly obnoxious—set against her black and yellow skin, they were simply an eyesore.
Even Mo Yan, with her normally great patience, was inflamed after being called a "cheap wench" again and again. Too lazy to waste words on a madwoman, she raised her hand and, under Mo Yongxi's disbelieving gaze, dealt her a fierce slap across the face.
Before Mo Yongxi could regain her senses, Mo Yan struck her with another backhanded slap... All around the fields, only the "smack, smack, smack" sound echoed.
It was only when Mo Yan's hand began to ache and heat up that she stopped the unilateral "abuse". She then calmly took out a handkerchief, meticulously wiped her right hand, and threw the cloth on the ground.