Wang Xiaohong was trembling with fear. Seeing Mr. Yu come in, she begged him with her eyes, hoping he could stop the terrifying Yu Minglang.
Yu Mingli shook his head with a smile, but the look in his eyes toward Wang Xiaohong was cold. His voice was still as usual, without any hint of anger or anything.
"Xiaohong, ah, you just couldn't control yourself, could you?"
"Brother, brother, I know I was wrong!" Wang Xiaohong knelt on the ground.
"What's that thing on the ground, it's an eyesore. You guys, take it away!" Mr. Yu acted as if he hadn't heard, smilingly directing his men to carry off the unconscious person.
His men directly pulled out a sack, stuffed the unconscious person into it, and carried him out like he was an object.
"Youngest, you're the same. Look, you made a mess of the floor and broke the door. You really can't be trusted," Mr. Yu said to the still fuming Yu Minglang.
