"Why pretend to be so pure? I've seen plenty of girls like you, acting one way to your face and another behind your back. Isn't it just because you think I'm not rich enough? Is my BMW not good enough for you? Let me put it this way: I have more than enough money to keep a girl from the arts academy for ten thousand yuan a month. And you?" Zhao Tianyu shrugged, his tone growing even more flippant.
Tears welled in Jiang Silu's eyes, but she fought them back.
She looked at Zhao Tianyu's smirking face, suddenly raised her hand, and slapped him squarely across it.
SLAP! The sound was crisp and loud.
The entire classroom fell silent.
Zhao Tianyu clutched his face, staring at her in disbelief.
He never thought this girl, who seemed so meek and fragile, would actually dare to lay a hand on him.
"You hit me?" he roared angrily. "Do you have any idea who I am?"
