Chapter 883 Slapping Down a Feud (1)
Raising her palm high in the air, the slap was about to land on her own face when Mo Yan’s eyes flashed fiercely, and with a swift move, she deftly caught the wrist of the woman wearing the married woman’s hairdo, and asked coldly, "Lady, what is the meaning of this?"
Fan Meijiao never expected her strike to miss. After a moment of stunned confusion, she furiously pressed down, intending to smack the fair and handsome face hard. But to her surprise, her wrist was gripped so tightly she could neither pull it back nor swing it down.
"Do you know who I am? You dare to be so disrespectful to me, what audacity!" Fan Meijiao said ferociously. Her twisted expression, which marred her somewhat attractive face, elicited disgust in others.
Mo Yan raised an eyebrow and scrutinized her seriously from head to toe. At last, in Fan Meijiao’s expectant gaze, Mo Yan said insincerely, "I’m truly sorry, but I don’t know who you are."
Fan Meijiao’s face flushed with anger, and without concern for the passersby in the corridor, she burst out scolding, "You blind little wretch, if I don’t properly discipline you today to give you a lesson you’ll remember, I’ll take on your last name!"
Having said that, she barked at the maids and grannies behind her, "Are you all dead? Why aren’t you helping me?!"
"Yes, Miss!"
Seven or eight maids and grannies got the order and surrounded Mo Yan, ready to seize her. Suddenly, they heard their young mistress let out a painful shriek, "Ah—so painful! Let go, let go, you wretch, unhand me immediately."