Everyone stared at Jian Qing, still taken aback by what had just happened.
What was that all about?
Turns out, the rumors were somewhat accurate. They had just witnessed Jian Qing's ruthlessness and brutality firsthand.
"Cough, cough--"
Li Meimei choked on water, incessantly coughing. Her fine makeup had smudged, with eyeliner and eyeshadow intermingling into an appalling sight.
Even worse, her soaked slim-fit dress clung closely to her body, revealing her alluring figure, with even the color and style of her underwear vaguely discernible.
The eyes of several rich young gents at the event were drawn to her, lit up with an apparent predatory gleam.
Chu Ruohan glanced at Jian Qing's retreating figure, a ripple of fear passed through her.
There was no denying that toppling Jian Qing would be a daunting task.
"Jian Qing, you lunatic!" Li Meimei finally caught her breath, staggering to her feet, her heaving chest becoming even more prominent.
