"Shen Chaoxi, have you set your heart on seeing me dead?" she yelled fiercely. "Well, let me tell you, those photos will definitely be sent to Mrs. Shang, not just to her but also to the media, to your mother, to the Zhong Family, so they can see your true colors!"
"A slut that willingly climbs into the bed of the president of Lianzhong International!"
"Slap!" A loud slap rang out.
The one who swung was not Shen Chaoxi but Song Yang.
The man's slap was powerful, leaving a trace of blood at the corner of Shen Yueyue's mouth as his hand connected.
At the entrance of the private room, some people saw what happened, and soon the restaurant manager came over.
It was rare to see such a public dispute at Xiyuan.
Song Yang beckoned the manager with a finger and took a disinfectant napkin to wipe his hand.
The manager stood to the side, not daring to speak.