Gu Jinli's eyes narrowed, and she fiercely swung the small cloth bag in her hand, hitting Lin Leniang's accusing finger.
With a thud, the cloth bag slammed into Lin Leniang's hand, casting a bit of dust into the air, raising a cloud of dust almost invisible to the naked eye, floating in the air.
Lin Leniang's hand was stung by the pain, and she cried out, "Gu Xiaoyu, what gives you the right to hit me for no reason?"
Gu Jinli laughed: "And what gives you the right to point and curse at me for no reason? The last time someone did that to me, I nearly chopped off their finger."
