Not long after, the Zhao residence's door creaked open slowly, and the crowd outside cheered even louder.
"Zhao Panpan! Miss Panpan!" Each voice was louder than the last as if someone was controlling the rhythm.
Song Yun had also attended the wedding as a woman. When she saw that her boss was being bullied, her expression turned ugly. She wanted to pounce on Zhao Panpan and scratch her face!
"You, you, you... Didn't that guy, Seventh Song, tell me that he's the only son and has no sister?" One of the young men suddenly pointed at Song Yun's face and stammered.
Song Yun stood up straight when she heard the voice. The young man's eyes widened. "Damn it, Seventh Song didn't tell me that he had a sister. I almost... " The young man ran away angrily before he could finish his sentence. He was probably going to find Seventh Song to settle the score.
