"Bang!" Wang Zhenyu, furious, hurled the red wine glass from his hand, and the small private room instantly fell silent. No one dared to speak. Besides Wang Zhenyu, there were several other young men present.
They were all Wang Zhenyu's lackeys, ever since their school days.
The sudden smashing of the glass startled everyone, and as they recognized the scene on the display screen, their faces all turned angry.
"Damn, who the hell is this bastard, daring to wrap his arm around my sister-in-law like that?"
"Motherfucker, looking to die, huh?"
"Shit, let's go fix him."
"..."
Hearing the cursing from his cronies, Wang Zhenyu's face looked a little better, but he was still frighteningly icy. He turned to the follower closest to him and said.
"Wu Xiang, I think you know what to do."
