Yan Yueqing patted her shoulder, "Go ahead."
Zhang Qin didn't know if she was bewitched or what, but upon meeting her gaze, she really turned around to wash the grapes.
Shang Yong clenched his fists.
Yan Yueqing looked at him calmly, "As for you... Manager Shang, call the police."
Shang Yong's eyes widened. How could she know what he was about to do?
Yan Yueqing walked to the couch, summoning her two sons to come and sit down, her movements exuding the air of a boss.
Her almond-shaped eyes slightly lifted, wrapped in a mocking sentiment, "We live in a society governed by law, where everything we say and do is bound by legal constraints. One can't just casually start hitting people. Besides, I have my two sons with me; I must set a good example!"
Shang Yong: ?????
Does she even hear what she's saying?!
She hit someone and yet has the audacity to ask me to call the police?!
