In a dark corner, Wan Meirou and He Wen were watching the scene with indifferent faces.
He Wen sneered disdainfully, "A gigolo dares to oppose me? I am the eldest young master of the He Family."
Wan Meirou nodded in agreement, "Exactly, a gigolo. As long as you pay them, they'll do anything, even sell their own soul. They follow orders blindly. Just wait until his arms and legs are broken, I can't imagine what expression Chen Yanxi will have."
"Go!"
The man in the floral shirt roared with rage, and a group of people were about to charge forward when suddenly, a cold shout rang out.
"Stop it right there!"
Everyone halted.
Chen Mo followed the voice and saw a tall figure with gold-rimmed glasses, striding forward with a catwalk gait.
She was extremely beautiful, but the indifference on her face gave off a vibe of keeping people a thousand miles away, and her figure was strikingly curvaceous.
It was the guidance counselor Chen Qiuwan.
