It was not until SU Peizhen stood in front of the mirror that she realized what that bastard Ling Jing had done.
Looking at the marks on her shoulders, on Yue Xiong's mouth, and even on her arms, she was so angry that her face turned green.
Tomorrow night was the company's annual meeting, and she still had to wear a gown to attend. How was she supposed to attend with her current appearance?
She secretly gritted her teeth, wishing that she could peel off Ling Jing's skin, chop up the meat, and throw it to the dogs.
Damn man.
The anger on Su Peizhen's face was obvious, especially when she found that her legs were weak from such a simple action like walking. She really wanted to give that bastard a couple of punches.
She had always disdained to hide her emotions. When she went out, her face inevitably showed it.
Ling Jing knew that he had made this woman unhappy again yesterday, but so what?
