If the old man had been able to tell at a glance that Lu Nanchen was clad in budget apparel from head to toe, he could also quickly identify Yu Ting's couture.
Her outfit was a regular fit from the Donna Karan DKNY line, with shoes from Louis Vuitton. Each accessory she wore came with a high price tag.
Since when did Dawn Elementary School have people like these?
The old man was stunned by Yu Ting, his arrogant words trapped inside his belly. His face, initially slapped hard and fast, now throbbed with a burning pain.
Seeing the old man not react, Yu Ting slapped him again, her voice rising, more forceful than before.
"Apologize."
"Take your rabble of a son and apologize to Lu Yan and my husband."
If one could say that Lu Nanchen may have been compelled by a reason, she, Yu Ting, did not need one. If things did not go her way, she would spend money, and if that didn't work, spend more.
Ding.
[Please spend 600 million within 24 hours]
[You can now slap him 12,000 times]
