Shui Qinghe, although she had spent considerable time at the Su Family, never paid attention to the family's development. She knew for certain that the Su Family was definitely much stronger than her own Shui Family.
However, no matter how strong the Su Family was, when compared to the big families in Beijing, it was surely nothing. She had seen it before—someone from a Beijing Family came over, not even someone important, and her Shui Family treated them with utmost respect, fearing the slightest negligence.
Later she heard from her family that even the strongest local families could never compare to the families in Beijing. This idea had become deeply rooted in her mind.
"Kill him!" Zhao Minghui shouted furiously, not knowing how he ended up smashing a bottle on his own head. He roared with anger.
"Fuck you, how dare you hit Young Master Zhao!"
"Kill him!"
The three brothers of Zhao Minghui also grabbed the bottles in their hands, rushing aggressively towards Song Xiaodong.
