Brother Shen's face alternated between white and red as he was scolded by Chu Zhiyi, and the gazes of his colleagues around him further fueled his anger. He restrained the urge to slap Chu Zhiyi, sneering as he said, "Everyone knows Yan Jingting is nothing but a dead cripple. What could you possibly marry him for if not his money?"
"I bet that dead cripple Yan Jingting hasn't even touched you, has he? Am I not better than him? Without his money, he's worth shit!"
"Slap!"
A resounding slap to the face!
The onlookers at the TV station were all shocked, their eyes wide as they looked this way.
Brother Shen looked at Chu Zhiyi in disbelief, "You dare to hit me?"
Chu Zhiyi's face now thoroughly darkened, as cold as frost, an aura of icy intention radiating from her, "Say that again, I dare you?"
Brother Shen's muscles bulged, and he clenched his fist, ready to swing at Chu Zhiyi's face!