"Trash!" Zhao Xinling immediately grew angry and raised her hand, delivering a heavy slap.
The early-stage Martial Artist was sent flying by Zhao Xinling's slap, crashing heavily onto the ground.
Afterward, Zhao Xinling headed towards the crowd, walking like a spoiled and arrogant princess, so commanding that when people saw Zhao Xinling, fear appeared in their eyes. They lowered their heads and dispersed to the sides, clearing a path for her.
At this moment, Zhou Mengyu called out loudly, "Xinling, it's me!"
Hearing Zhou Mengyu's words, Zhao Xinling looked towards her, paused for a second, then asked in surprise, "Mengyu, why is it you? If you were coming, you could have told me earlier, why create such a big commotion?"
Zhou Mengyu looked helpless and pointed towards Ye Feng, saying, "I came here with Ye Feng."
Zhao Xinling's body trembled as she looked at Ye Feng, who was completely calm.
