Seventh Young Master’s smile now, anyone could feel, was genuinely cold.
Boss Yang held the porcelain plate mid-air, initially intending to smash it down onto Xia Yinian’s head.
But now, after hearing Gu Beicheng’s laughter, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.
He felt that if the plate ca crashing down, his own hand would end up ruined!
"I’m sorry, but that’s money I can’t earn," Xia Yinian hastily retreated several steps.
Glancing at Liu Xinyang once more, she turned and left through the grand entrance.
Perhaps so other girls are willing to be hugged and held; as long as there’s money, they don’t care.
But she can’t, she just can’t do it!
After Xia Yinian left, Boss Zhu finally ca to his senses and shot Boss Yang a fierce glare.
It was just a little girl, for goodness sake. This fool, for so reason, decided to get serious with her today.
When they ask won to accompany them for drinks, they never play the ga of force.
Each with not ten, then surely eight lovers or mistresses, where do they bother to fuss over these tender young things? Their young lovers, which isn’t soft?
This Yang guy is really sick today; with Seventh Young Master right here, what madness is he having?
Eventually, Boss Yang seed to realize his mistake and hastily sat back down, looking at Gu Beicheng with a smile to smooth things over.
"Seventh Young Master, about what I just now..."
"Do you like smashing things, is that it?" His gaze, no longer containing the fleeting smile, shifted away from the petite silhouette that had completely vanished.
When Seventh Young Master laughed earlier, the chill was so intense it was unbearable to et his eyes.
Now, Seventh Young Master wasn’t laughing, but his cold, expressionless face made it so that people didn’t even dare to breathe too heavily.
Boss Yang t his indifferent gaze and suddenly, his heart violently trembled.
"Seventh Young Master, I..."
Suddenly, Gu Beicheng swept his hand.
With a smack, a cup landed on Boss Yang’s body.
The sa type of cup, containing the sa warm tea, but the cup that landed on Boss Yang had a completely different effect than the one that fell on Xia Yinian.
All one could hear was Boss Yang screeching, his mouth opened wide and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Ah!"
The girls seated around scread in fright one after another, none of them had ever imagined, nor had they ever seen, a cup could hit soone so hard that they’d vomit blood.
Was Boss Yang too fragile, or was Seventh Young Master’s strength truly that great? It was just an ordinary porcelain cup after all!
Boss Zhu was nearly scared to faint; when he regained his composure, he stood up hastily and kept bowing to Gu Beicheng.
"Seventh Young Master, I’m really sorry, very sorry!"
"What does it have to do with you? I’m just asking him if he likes smashing things?"
Gu Beicheng’s thin lips curved up; sohow, another wine glass had appeared in his hand.
He set his sights on Boss Yang, his lips bearing a smile, but this smile was like one from hell, terrifyingly deadly.
"Sev-Seventh Young Master, I was wrong, I... Hmm! I was wrong... wrong..."
Boss Yang clutched his chest, stumbling as he stood up, eting Gu Beicheng’s gaze devoid of any laughter.
"I was wrong, Seventh Young Master, I... I really was wrong, Seventh Young Master, please forgive ..."
He didn’t understand why Gu Beicheng had suddenly beco angry, and of course, it was impossible for him to connect Gu Beicheng with the girl from just before.
The only thing he could think of was that he must have disrespected Seventh Young Master’s presence, troubling a little girl, and that had upset Seventh Young Master!
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