"Someone, seize Fu Han for me. I want to personally teach her a lesson," Xia Ning pointed at Fu Han, fuming with rage.
Bodyguards immediately rolled up their sleeves and moved towards Fu Han, forming a circle around her.
Fu Han's face turned pale as she rapidly thought about what to do. She had never been in a fight before, and over the past three years, she had been living off photography, never encountering a situation that required physical confrontation.
On the other hand, Xia Ning was exceptionally excited. She had found out earlier that He Xing wouldn't be coming today, and although she didn't really intend to do anything substantial to Fu Han, she just wanted to ruin that annoying face of hers.
Clearly acting on Xia Ning's orders, the bodyguards aimed their sharp hands towards Fu Han's face, which, if they made contact, would likely leave her flesh torn and bleeding.
"Picking on the weak with numbers!"
"Men hitting women!"
