"Yi, this matter isn't..."
"The great designer from Jingtian International said so, just do what you're told, will you stop your prattle!" Su Meng, bolstered by support, spoke arrogantly, cutting off Harry's words.
Harry glared at her with disgust.
With her hands on her hips, Su Meng continued in a dominating tone, "Mo Qiansu, why don't you hurry over here, kneel down and apologize to us? Maybe then we might spare you!"
"Right! Just like how you hit Su Meng just now, you should slap yourself hard—ten times! Then shout 'I am a wretch'!" Fang Rou chimed in with a bad idea, "Besides, you should write a letter of guarantee, promising that you'll never set foot in the modeling world again!"
"Xiaoyou, quickly record this with your phone. Later, we can post it online and let all the netizens see just how vile this woman is for trying to climb the ladder!"
"No need to record," Jing Yi said, pointing to a surveillance camera in the upper left corner.
