Qiao Jing stared expressionlessly at Qiao Mengtong, silently counting in her head.
Once Qiao Mengtong had slapped herself a hundred times, she opened her phone again, ready to delete the photos.
However, she suddenly realized that Qiao Mengtong, perhaps stupefied, continued to slap herself like a robot even after a hundred slaps.
Qiao Jing, somewhat speechless, tugged at the corner of her mouth and called out to stop.
"Enough."
Only then did Qiao Mengtong come to her senses and realize she was still kneeling on the ground, slapping herself. She felt so ashamed she almost wanted to crawl into a hole.
She tentatively touched her face, only for a burning pain to make her reflexively pull back her hand and gasp sharply.
"Hiss─"
Qiao Mengtong glanced around and noticed everyone staring at her; a few even pulled out their phones to take pictures.
However, she didn't mind, confident no one could recognize her with a mask and sunglasses on.
