"Haha, I expected it, just didn't think they'd dare to hit the muzzle." Lily Shaw chuckled nonchalantly, then looked at Yvonne Sutton's slightly reddened palm and softly asked, "Yvonne, what did you do next? Let me guess, did you beat them up and throw them out?"
Yvonne Sutton glanced up at Lily Shaw, who had a faint smile on her face, and suddenly felt embarrassed, blushing, she replied, "I was so mad I slapped each one. Oops, couldn't control my strength, I made one of their faces swell, and she threatened revenge, so I slapped her again. Young Madam, will you blame me?"
Lily Shaw squinted her eyes and sized up Yvonne Sutton, making her scalp prickle and body involuntarily straighten as Lily smiled gently, "Yvonne, I didn't expect you'd slap them. If Connor knows you personally slapped that woman, he'll probably be heartbroken."
Yvonne Sutton tried hard to keep her cheeks from turning red and her ears from burning under Lily Shaw's gaze, "Young Madam, you're joking."
