Zhang Meilin was unexpectedly slapped in the face.
This charity gala had very high standards.
The attendees were all from high society, with exemplary manners.
Something like hitting someone was almost impossible in such a setting.
The incident happened abruptly.
And since it was a slap, an act of immense humiliation, for a moment, a vacuum-like silence surrounded Zhang Meilin.
Dozens of gazes focused on him.
Then, upon seeing the men opposite Zhang Meilin, these gazes showed some understanding.
Afterward, some gazes were mocking, some sympathetic, and others carried a hint of anticipation for this man who was slapped.
Perhaps they were hoping he might retaliate and reclaim the dignity lost with that slap.
Zhang Meilin felt his face burning hot.
Not from the pain of the slap.
But from the intense humiliation stemming from the staring eyes surrounding him.
