Sow discord

Chapter 10 - Stigma

"What is Young Master He doing? The commotion caused me to lose hundreds of millions of my business." An ice-cold voice came out from Chi Yichen's thin lips.

There was complete silence in the room.

The man's hand was cut in half, but the bottle in his hand fell off, and the cut still pierced Ye Anan's back.

Although the wound was lighter than he expected, but the moment the bottle stabbed into his skin, Ye Anan was in so much pain that his entire body trembled.

An unbearable groan came from the nasal cavity as cold sweat poured out from his interlaced skin at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.

Chi Yichen's pupils contracted as his five fingers suddenly tightened.

As the pain hit, Young Master He's body twisted strangely, "Ah … Pool, Chi Zong... It's a misunderstanding. "

"Young Master He said it was a misunderstanding. I would like to ask, what kind of misunderstanding was it?"

Chi Yichen grabbed Young Master He's wrist and swung, the force behind the throw caused the big man to directly fall down, landing on the ground, with glass fragments digging into his palms yet not daring to make a sound.

Chi Yichen took off his jacket, and directly threw it on top of Ye Anan's body, covering her exposed skin.

When his clothes fell, Ye Anan trembled once more.

Young Master He stood up while holding onto his wrist that looked like it was broken, he stared at Chi Yichen and endured the pain: "This woman betrayed you before, we were only trying to help you vent our anger, why are you helping her instead?"

Chi Yichen leisurely sat on the sofa, fished out a cigarette. Just as he was about to speak, he heard his and laughed coldly, glancing over: "Young Master He, do you mean that I, Chi Yichen, need to report to you about my work?"

His casual tone made Young Master He's face turn red with embarrassment, "I don't dare."

Ye Anan endured the pain and pulled tightly onto Chi Yichen's jacket. She supported herself on the sofa as she trembled and got up, the wounds all over her body seemed to have opened the valve's water cage as bright red blood oozed out.

She was half sitting on the sofa and half sitting on the ground when she heard him. She let out a light laugh, then turned her gaze full of ridicule from Young Master He to Chi Yichen.

"Chi Zong once said that even if he doesn't want any more women, he will not let any other man sleep with her! Is that so, Chi Zong? "

Cold sweat ran down her pale cheeks and dripped from her chin.

As Chi Yichen watched, he fell silent.

Ye Anan took a few breaths to calm the pain in her body, then continued to laugh lightly: "But these brothers said you're nothing, even if you came, you still dare to do it in front of me!"

"You're a dead man. Nonsense."

"Everyone is clear on whether I am spouting nonsense! "Oh, right …"

Ye Anan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and laughed enchantingly and provocatively, "Young Master He, right? At that time, you even said that you were thousands of times stronger than Chi Yichen's weak and short grandson in bed … "

"You! You're framing me! To sow discord! "

Young Master He angrily cut Ye Anan off, gritting her teeth, "Words have no basis, if you have the ability, bring out the evidence!"

Ye Anan did not speak anymore, she only laughed, and her movements were not very fast as she picked up the clothes on the ground. At the waist of his clothes, there was a intercom phone. It had a job configuration and a recording function.

He pressed the PLAY button and everything that had happened in the box replayed once again.

When the extremely arrogant words of "short and soft" came out from the phone, Chi Yichen's eyes finally became cold.

When the broadcast reached the point where Young Master He was scolding Chi Yichen for being a turtle's grandson, he was finally stopped by Ye Anan.

She sneered, "Do you still need to listen?"

Young Master He's face was aghast and pale, his entire body trembling faintly.

"Chi Zong, listen to me, this is not how it should be …"

Chi Yichen's legs were leisurely resting on the tea table, no emotions could be seen on his indifferent face, but his voice was extremely cold.

"I, as a person, cannot stand sand in my eyes. Hands and feet, choose one. "