"You actually want to chase me out of the capital for her!" Yuan Shuang was so angry that she went crazy. She screamed at the top of her lungs, "Gong Mingye, dream on! Don't even think about it!"
"You're going too far, Mingye!" Yuan Zhentian's face was livid.
"Leaving the capital is too much? Heh, she drugged my wife and found a group of men to humiliate her. Isn't that too much? Compared to Miss Yuan, this is a small matter."
Zhang Tianrong interrupted, "But she has already apologized."
Gu Wan'an rolled her eyes.
"Funny, who does she think she is? After apologizing, we have to forgive?"
"Be good, don't mess around."
Gong Mingye grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind him.
Then, he said sternly, "Could it be that Miss Yuan thinks I'm dead? You can do whatever you want to my people."