Watching a group of people charging towards her angrily, Mi Qingqing had no idea what was happening.
"Are you Mi Qingqing?" A man with a little mustache stepped in front of Mi Qingqing, his face unpleasant as he asked.
Mi Qingqing was somewhat dazed, nodded slightly, and whispered, "I, I am. May I ask..."
Before Mi Qingqing could finish her sentence, she felt a dark shadow rush towards her.
Slap!
The slap landed hard on her face.
After being slapped, Mi Qingqing was a bit bewildered, not knowing what she had done wrong, staring blankly at the man who struck her.
"What exactly did I do wrong?" After a few seconds of stunned silence, Mi Qingqing clutched her stinging cheek, tears welling up as she asked.
Could it be that her stealing incident was exposed? But only Wang Dadong knew about that.
"What did you do wrong? I'll tell you what you did wrong!" The man with the little mustache said, raising his hand again, ready to give Mi Qingqing another slap.
