C446 What Kind of Eyes?

From the table to where Ranxi was sitting was at least thirty feet, yet he somehow noticed that her face had been slapped!

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ranxi decided to keep denying it, playing dumb to the end.

“Ranxi, do I have to force it out of you? Just answer who hit you. Why do you always dodge the question?”

For some reason, Muhan was always short on patience