It was a small, chubby fist that didn't look very threatening.
But it swung out with a vicious force.
It landed squarely on the side of Yang Wenxuan's face. SMACK! Everyone froze.
Yang Wenxuan was chubby and tall.
But when it came to actual fights, Shanshan had already put him in his place several times.
His soft, pudgy build couldn't take a single punch from her.
They had fought once before at a family gathering over a toy, and it had ended with Yang Wenxuan running crying to his mother.
This time was no exception.
He never imagined Shanshan would actually dare to hit him. Caught completely off guard, he clutched his face and staggered back a few steps.
He immediately burst into loud wails, tears and snot smearing his entire face.
His wails were shrill and exaggerated, and he screamed between sobs.
"Waaah, she hit me! She hit me in the face! It hurts so much! Waaaaah—I want to go to the hospital!"
A mixture of drool and tears dripped from his chin onto his collar.
