Dazzled by wealth and glamour, Qin Yuyan, who had never been treated this way before, stared at the disconnected call. She felt a bad taste in her heart, anxious and angry, her complexion changing.
Jia Ziyi was close to her and had heard everything Yuran had just said, finding it unbelievable. He hadn't expected Yuran on the other end of the phone to say such things.
He snatched the cell phone from Qin Yuyan's hand, "Let me see if I dialed the wrong number."
That timid individual, who only knew how to throw his weight around in the Bo Family, actually dared to do this?
Dare to hang up on Sister Yuyan?
There were quite a few of their gang of fair-weather friends seated in the private room, all of them from military and political backgrounds and not taken very seriously in the circle, sharing the same bad odors, mostly thinking about how to make the favorite child in their families fall out of favor.
Or else they just gathered to indulge in wanton revelry.
