Wang Lan looked with terror at Meng Zhi, who was approaching her step by step, her eyes filled with fear. But she didn't forget to threaten, "I warn you, my son is the President of the Song Corporation. If you dare lay a hand on me, he won't let you off!"
Meng Zhi's steps faltered slightly, and he spoke lightly, "The President of the Song Corporation?"
Wang Lan thought that Meng Zhi had been frightened, and a smug smile appeared on her face. Triumphantly, she said, "That's right, my son is Song Ling. If you let me go now, I can have him overlook this matter. However, I have one condition—you must stay away from Gu Dai!"
Meng Zhi raised his fist, and without mercy, struck Wang Lan on her left cheek. Before she could react, he landed another blow on her right cheek, saying as he hit her, "I will hit you! Since your son is so formidable, let him come find me. I want to see what he can do to me!"