Wen Xin bit her lip with a feeling of grievance and then, letting out an unshaped bellow, her voice was especially shrill in the solemn hall.
"Brother Li, how can you treat me this way? How can you treat my sister like this?"
Security came over to pull her away, but she glared back at them enraged: "Whoever dares to touch me, my sister is the chief supervisor!"
"..." The security guards were speechless, their numb faces stretched longer.
Your sister is the chief supervisor, but is the chief supervisor mightier than Mr. President?
Alas.
Gu Xiaoer sighed inwardly, shaking her head. She really had nothing to say about Wen Xin, the spoiled young miss. What kind of family raises such a daughter? Wasn't this purely harming her?
But then she thought of her sister, Wen Mu...
Frowning, she tugged at Han Luoli's sleeve and softly began, "Da Luoluo, do you want to..."
