Ming Yao came over.
Today, she wore a red trench coat, cinched at the waist, which appeared so slender that it seemed barely graspable.
Her long, black, curly hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and she was wearing knee-high boots, looking both stunning and imposing.
Seeing the aloof and flamboyant Ming Yao, whose beauty was incomparable, Madam Zhou's face instantly changed.
Just seeing Ming Yao made her angry!
If it weren't for her, her Zhiyan wouldn't have ended up so miserably!
Unable to contain her rage, Madam Zhou exclaimed, "Where's the butler? Can just anyone waltz into the Zhou Family's home now?"
The butler walked in with a swollen face and a bruised nose.
He had just tried to stop Ming Yao, but before he could say much, she punched him.
Despite looking slim and frail, her punch packed more power than that of most men.
