Su Mingyue rushed over to grab her. "What did you say? How dare you insult , how dare you!"
"Not only will I insult you, but I’m also going to beat you!" Yin Weiyi walked over and gave a flurry of punches, with no regard for her image at all. "You dare to insult my friend with the big chest? You’re the one with no brains, calling her cheap? You’re the one who’s cheap! See if I don’t beat you to death!"
Tong Yan covered her face.
Yiyi, you must always rember you’re the eldest daughter of the Yin Family!
But honestly, that was a good beating!
Uncle Wang, seeing his young lady so violent for the first ti, was dumbstruck and couldn’t recover for a long ti.
Su Guoqiang was also vexed. With their current status, they naturally couldn’t get into this party. But this kind of event was the best way to build connections, so they had figured out a way to sneak in. Who would have thought they’d offend the eldest daughter of the Yin Family before even getting in?
Lin Jiaojiao felt distressed seeing Su Mingyue get beaten, and tugged on Su Guoqiang. "Honey."
Su Guoqiang walked over, speaking with a flattering tone, "Miss Yin, it’s all a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. Please see if you can let it go this ti."
When Tong Yan’s father was alive, the Su Group was thriving, and the Su Family was always invited to high-end parties in S City, especially since Old Sir Yin enjoyed lively gatherings and hosted many parties.
After coming a few tis, Tong Yan beca familiar with the Yin Family.
Even after Tong Yan’s parents passed away, they never treated her differently, just like before.
After Yin Weiyi finished the fierce beating, she felt elated, but still said rudely, "Tong Yan is my good friend and my mom’s goddaughter. You dare to insult her? Do you even know your own worth? Ignorant fool!"
Su Mingyue got beaten by Tong Yan, and soon after was beaten again by Yin Weiyi.
Poor Su Mingyue...
"Uncle Wang, throw them out." Yin Weiyi said coldly.
"Yes, Miss."
Uncle Wang arranged for so security guards to throw them out.
Seeing them in such a sorry state, Tong Yan felt quite satisfied.
Yin Weiyi winked playfully, chuckling, "Big Chest, wasn’t it worth coming? Doesn’t it feel great?"
Tong Yan rolled her eyes. "Sleep is more satisfying."
Although she said that, Tong Yan still followed Yin Weiyi inside.
That night, as cool as the water, in a villa in N City.
Bo Yimo sat on the sofa, his long legs crossed elegantly, looking down at the kneeling and kowtowing Huang Qiang with an expressionless face, his eyes icy and cold, hinting at a subtle chill. "This is your idea of handling it?"
Huang Qiang’s forehead was sweating, his body trembling. "Young Master Bo, at the ti, I did call a few strong n to teach her a lesson, but who knew she would..." seduce them and use them for herself.
"I only want results." Bo Yimo’s voice was flat, without a trace of emotion.
"Young Master Bo, this ti I will definitely take care of it, rest assured..." Huang Qiang was terrified, rembering how he had been resting at ho when suddenly a few n in black appeared in front of him and dragged him away.
It was terrifying how Young Master Bo seed to have control over his every move.
"Break the left leg." Bo Yimo ordered flatly, decisive and rciless.
"Yes, Master."
A left leg was forcibly snapped, and Huang Qiang fainted from the pain.
Bo Yimo slowly stood up, "Little Nine, Liang Shi has been president for too long and his mind’s muddled. It’s ti for a change."
"Yes, Master."
With just a casual remark, the future of the editor-in-chief of "MR" magazine was decided.
As they say, when an emperor gets angry, corpses pile up by the hundreds of thousands; it couldn’t be more true.
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