Wei Anning's palm felt numb. She raised her head and coldly stared at Wei Anjing. "Yes, I'm hitting you. This slap is for what you owe me."
Before her words fell, she swung another slap across. Wei Anjing couldn't dodge it in time and once again took the full force of the blow. Her cheek burned hot, and even without looking in a mirror, she knew there must be five prominent finger marks on her face.
Overcome with anger, Wei Anjing raised her hand to slap back, but Wei Anning, who had been prepared for it, blocked her strike and forcefully shoved her aside. Stumbling back several steps, Wei Anjing barely managed to steady herself.
The crowd that had gathered now got a clear view of the two women. They were unbelievably alike, as if carved from the same mold.
However, one exuded boldness, while the other radiated softness.
