With the concerted effort of a group of people, they finally pulled away an enraged Xi Yongchang.
But he continued to curse non-stop, spewing dirty words like "slut" and "spending my money to keep a lover."
Lu Yuzhu's hair was a mess, her face swollen in a large area, with blood still at the corner of her mouth, and her clothes were significantly torn.
She no longer looked remotely as charming and radiant as she did before.
Now she finally understood the "variables" Tang Feng had mentioned earlier—if she hadn't taken the initiative to provoke him, perhaps all this wouldn't have happened.
But it was too late for regrets now.
Trembling, she picked herself up from the ground and ran out of the private room, crying and sobbing.
"Mr. Xi, getting angry over a woman is not worth it. Come on, sit down, and let's continue drinking." Zhou Kai, as the host, still had to maintain the normal course of the dinner.
"I'm not in the mood to drink anymore, let's do it another day."
