C74 The Hot-tempered Lin Yanyan

A crisp clapping sound was heard. Wen Anlan's face was red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye. A clear fingerprint was imprinted on her face.

My God, how much strength did she use?

Wen Anran saw it and the corner of her mouth twitched. She thought that she was just a noisy little girl, but she did not expect that she was a violent person