Li Li thought he had heard wrongly.
He glanced up at Han Zhan who was taking a sip of his drink. It was as if he had not spoken at all.
Li Li narrowed his eyes.
Something was going on.
"I am very grateful to everyone for attending my birthday party. All the proceeds collected tonight will be donated to the Anti-Domestic Violence Group." A large screen lit up behind Song Ci, presenting many images of domestic violence. There were women with broken noses, children covered in bruises, and even men who were beaten up by their wives.
Song Ci glanced up at the screen before turning back. She lifted her right arm and clenched her dainty little fist.
In a flash, the lovely smile on Song Ci's face faded and an air of dominance replaced it. "I hope that every single person who has suffered from domestic violence will clench their fists and find the opportunity to fight for your damn life!"
