Smack!
Yet another handprint appeared on Tao Yingying's face, complementing the previous one from Shen Zhou on the other side, and it was a sight to behold.
With her hands covering her face, Tao Yingying looked at Wang Jiaren in disbelief and screamed, "You dare to hit me too? You really have a death wish!"
Wang Jiaren looked at her coldly, "I know you have someone backing you up, but I, Wang Jiaren, would rather quit than allow you to insult me like this."
As her words faded, a deep male voice came from not far away, "What's going on here? It's so noisy."
A man in his forties with a broad back and a stout figure approached.
His face bore an intimidating pressure, and his eyes were fierce with a menacing glare.
Tao Yingying immediately went up to him and started crying as she walked.
