Wang Gousheng hadn't come to his senses yet when Mu Shuangshuang slapped him in the face.
Slap!
Wang Gousheng was stunned. In his entire life, he had never been hit by anyone. How dare this brat do it?
"You wretched girl... dare to hit me, I..."
"It's you I'm hitting, you bastard!"
Mu Shuangshuang jumped up and slapped again, making Wang Gousheng see stars, his mouth even twisted.
"You lousy kid, daring to bully Little Zhi, today I'm going to show you what happens when you mess with the wrong person."
Mu Shuangshuang got angry just thinking about the handprint on Little Zhi's face.
She stood up, walked over to one of the kids she had knocked down, took off his shoe, and returned to Wang Gousheng.
Stuffing the stinky shoe into Wang Gousheng's mouth, Mu Shuangshuang resumed slapping him, the crackling sound of slaps resuming.
The "slap slap" had a more consistent rhythm than the music from the square dance, the children beside were already scared stiff.
