Yun Caicai emerged from behind the vase, disregarding her disheveled appearance, and rushed toward Gong Beiyao, speaking incoherently:
"No… Gong Beiyao… I… I just said, I am the heiress of Yun Group, did you really hear me clearly?"
"Having you as an heiress does indeed make one feel pity for Yun Group."
Gong Beiyao said coldly:
"Since your parents won't educate you, I don't mind helping them teach you a lesson."
Yun Caicai's face turned pale, and she was momentarily stunned.
What did he mean by that?
Had he really understood her identity?
Understanding her identity, yet still treating her this way…?
"Remember, the things you desperately pick up are just the trash she has thrown away!"
Seeing her standing there stunned, Gong Beiyao spoke deliberately:
"There are still four hours until quitting time, and I hope you still have a chance to paint your nails after four hours."
"!!!"
This time, Yun Caicai was truly frightened.
