"Curse all you want, when you're screaming in pleasure in bed later, let's see if you can still talk this much!"
With that, Wang Yingjun forcefully shoved Zhao Jiayao onto a nearby tea table.
"Crash..."
Glass shattered, and the tea set on the table was broken into pieces. Zhao Jiayao was severely injured, lying on the table unable to move for a while.
Zhang Xuewen, seeing this, tried to run over despite her dizziness but collapsed to the ground before reaching them.
"Sister Jiayao..."
"Beasts, you're all beasts, doing this in broad daylight with no regard for the law. You all deserve to die!"
Zhang Xuewen pointed at Wang Yingjun, trembling all over.
It was both excitement and fear.
