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Chapter 278  Junhan, Where Are We Going?

One slap wasn't enough to vent her anger. The girl's slap was so fast that only afterimages could be seen. In the blink of an eye, there were already three crisp slaps.

Huo Zhao's face was tilted. Three red palm prints were interlaced on half of his face, causing his face to swell at a visible speed.

"Shen Yaowei, how dare you really hit me?" Huo Zhao's face completely darkened.

How dare she slap me in the face?!

"Didn't you ask me to hit you just now? You said that I couldn't bear to. I just wanted to prove it to you." Shen Yaowei spread her hands and looked at Huo Zhao with a novel gaze. "Prince Zhao, so you like to be beaten up."

Huo Zhao felt the incredulous gazes of the people passing by. He pursed his thin lips hard and could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. "Shen Yaowei, I think you want to do this the hard way!"

With that, he grabbed Shen Yaowei.

Shen Yaowei felt Huo Zhao's aura approach her, and her scalp went numb with disgust.

She was about to dodge when a slender figure flew over from the carriage not far away and pulled her behind him.

The familiar aura made Shen Yaowei smile brightly. "Junhan."

When Huo Zhao saw Huo Junhan suddenly appear, his face turned ashen for a moment. He felt even more humiliated, but he had no choice but to submit to the man's powerful aura. "Ninth Imperial Uncle, it's not what you think. This is a misunderstanding…"

Before Huo Zhao could finish, Huo Junhan raised his leg and kicked him expressionlessly.

Huo Zhao's figure was sent flying.

With a bang, he smashed through the door of the dessert shop. His body was still flying back quickly, knocking over countless exquisite and delicious desserts. It was only when his back hit the wall heavily that Huo Zhao opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood that he finally rolled his eyes and lost consciousness.

"Yan Bei," Huo Junhan said calmly.

Yan Bei immediately went forward and discussed with the owner of the dessert shop how to compensate.

As for the followers Huo Zhao had brought, they didn't dare to help Huo Zhao in front of Huo Junhan. All of them lowered their heads, afraid that they would be implicated.

"Junhan, you came at the right time." Shen Yaowei didn't let go of any chance to wheedle. She pounced on Huo Junhan from behind and wrapped her arms tightly around his lean and powerful waist.

"Have you been wronged?" Huo Junhan turned around and reached out to touch Shen Yaowei's cheek.

Her fair and pink cheeks were warm. It felt like freshly cooked tofu, smooth and tender.

Shen Yaowei pouted and nodded like a chick pecking at rice. "The moment I came out of the snack shop, Prince Zhao came to find trouble with me. No matter what, he was unwilling to let me go. Fortunately, you're here, Ninth Imperial Uncle. Otherwise, I don't know what to do."

As she spoke, she looked aggrieved. Shen Yaowei's serious and pitiful appearance almost made everyone believe her.

They all remembered the few loud slaps Shen Yaowei had given Huo Zhao.

"Bring some secret guards when you go out next time. Don't give Huo Zhao a chance to get close again." Huo Junhan held Shen Yaowei's hand and walked straight to his carriage.

Shen Yaowei didn't ask where they were going. She turned around and waved at Nuan Ying and Zi Yun, indicating that they should go back first. Then, she followed Huo Junhan into the carriage.

"Junhan, where are we going?" After Shen Yaowei got into the car, she sat down beside Huo Junhan and asked him.