She suddenly grabbed her purse and smashed it into Song Ruoyan's face with great force.
The purse fell to the ground with a loud thud.
Song Ruoyan covered her left cheek in shock, gasping from the pain.
"Qiao Zhaoyue," Fu Yuxiu roared.
"What? Are you angry because you're embarrassed?" Qiao Zhaoyue mocked him as she looked his way, "President Fu, please see clearly, this is the hand that struck, the one you personally delivered to my doorstep!"
"You..." Fu Yuxiu clenched his teeth, his gaze fierce, as if he wanted to tear her apart.
Qiao Zhaoyue couldn't be bothered with him, bent down, picked up her purse, and sauntered away.
"Brother Fu, don't be angry, she definitely didn't want things to turn out like this," Song Ruoyan hurriedly tried to soothe him.
Fu Yuxiu clenched his fists, his chest heaving violently, his eyes bloodshot with a mix of fury and pain.
Qiao Zhaoyue.
