Xu Qingli's face suddenly fell.
Her son's wife had actually slapped her son in public—what right did she have? Who had given her the audacity?
Gu Mingyue met Xu Qingli's gaze from not far away, unable to hide the venomous look in her eyes.
Lu Mingxun did not retaliate, but held his phone and walked away. He couldn't ignore Zhao Wan'er's call.
Zhou Wenbin chuckled beside Xu Qingli and said, "Auntie, even a well-matched marriage doesn't look too good now, just look at your cherished daughter-in-law, in front of so many people, leaving no face for others."
Xu Qingli's complexion turned so ugly it couldn't get any worse.
The pain scorched Lu Mingxun's cheeks; with a heavy heart, he took out a cigarette and dialed the number back.
"Made up your mind?"
"Ten million is still a bit less. Is that all the sincerity you have, Lu Mingxun? If Lu Corporation loses a project because of the scandal, the loss won't just be ten million."
