"Ban me too? Do you really think your Jun Family has ascended to heaven and can cover the sky with one hand?"
Jun Ting's face was ashen. He forcefully spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "Su Qiao, you said that yourself. Just wait."
"I'll wait, then! Do you really think I'm afraid of you? Scumbag! Hah, spit!"
Su Qiao had never taken this man seriously. She simply spat at him.
Watching Su Qiao arrogantly spit, toss her hair with a handsome flourish, sit back down on the stone, and cross her legs, 444 couldn't help covering his eyes.
Host, isn't that a little too uncivilized?
And spitting and all that—isn't it a little too childish?
Su Qiao raised an eyebrow. "Oh, next time I'll aim better and spit right in his face. That should be civilized enough."
444's mouth twitched. Are you treating Jun Ting like a trash can?
"Isn't he?"
"What... what happened here?"
Everyone looked at Jun Ting, whose face was swollen and bruised, even the corners of his mouth split, his entire body covered in mud and grass. Then they looked at Song Yaqin, who wore a gloomy expression and remained silent.
Finally, their gazes landed on Su Qiao, who sat with her legs crossed, looking utterly relaxed.
"What else could it be? He was asking for a beating!"
He Kai slicked his blue hair back with a roguish air.
"These rich people really don't act like human beings. Not only do they deceive young girls, they also use their power to bully people."
Song Yaqin stared coldly at Su Qiao. "Stop pretending. The Song Group and the Jun Group are getting married. Such a major event—do you really think you didn't know?"
"You knew, but pretended not to.