"Are you blind? Don't know what I'm doing?"

"Snapped--"

"Our Jiang family has a dog that will bark at the owner, what if I slap him?"

"Snapped--"

"Who gave you the guts to drive me, Jiang Yuyan, from Jinyu Tower?"

"Snapped--"

"Who gave you the confidence to challenge our Jiang family?"

Jiang Yuyan slapped Sun Siqi more than a dozen times with her forehand and backhand, making Sun Siqi's nose bruised and face swollen, and she screamed again and again.

"Is it because our Jiang family has been too low-key these years, so you people think that our Jiang family can bully you at will!?"

"Is it because my grandfather is too tolerant towards you people, which makes you feel that our Jiang family has no authority anymore!?"

"Do you think that relying on other masters will stop you from revering our Jiang family!?"

"Snapped!"

"Get lost, aunt!"

Jiang Yuyan slapped Sun Siqi away with her last slap: "I'll give you a chance, pack your bags and get out."

"Next time I see you in Jinyu Tower, I will kill you!"

Sun Siqi has disheveled hair, a bruised nose and a swollen face. She has long since lost the arrogance she had when she first entered the box.

There was only that indescribable embarrassment and misery.

Ye Hao didn't feel anything, but gave Jiang Yuyan an appreciative glance.

As the granddaughter of the chairman of Longmen Port Gambling Branch, if she acts timidly, she will be despised by Ye Hao instead.

But acting so decisively, without rubbing sand in his eyes, has a bit of a chivalrous aura, which makes Ye Hao think highly of this little girl.

At the moment, the other second generations looked at Jiang Yuyan dumbfounded.

Obviously, none of them could have imagined that Jiang Yuyan, who looks gentle and quiet on weekdays, would have such an aura once she got mad.

The so-called standing out from the crowd is Jiang Yuyan.

"Miss Jiang, Jinyulou is not run by your family alone. You wantonly beat the manager of Jinyulou without the approval of other shareholders, and you plan to fire her?"

"Isn't this against the rules?"

Just when Sun Siqi was about to crawl away, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the doorway, and then a dozen men and women in Chinese clothes filed in.

The woman walking in the front looked delicate and charming.

Although she is not very old, at most twenty-three or twenty-four years old, she has a ladylike temperament about her.

She was wearing a short skirt of Givenchy's new season, stepped on Zhou Yangjie's high-heeled shoes, and wore a lover's bridge casually on her wrist, setting off her temperament like a fairy in the sky.

The white thighs and the career line on the chest are breathtaking. JrNovels.com