Thud!
Jun Wangchen's eyes, like those of the Grim Reaper, sent the sensation of ten thousand ants crawling over Lai Yuejing's body. A shudder from deep within made her legs buckle, and she stumbled straight to the floor.
At that moment, Lai Yuejing's vision went dark. All she could see was that gaze, cold enough to chill her to the marrow.
It was a stare straight out of hell, a signal that carried the sound of death.
Fear!
Fear that seeped into her very bones!
She had no doubt that, if there hadn't been so many people watching, Jun Wangchen might have killed her outright.
The oppressive silence lasted five seconds before tears suddenly spilled from Lai Yuejing's eyes. Sobbing, she hid behind Fatso and complained in a choked voice, "Mr. Huang, he's bullying me! Boo-hoo..."
The sight of Lai Yuejing's fake tears made Meng Xi sick to her stomach.
How could a woman like this exist? Lai Yuejing had been the one insulting her, yet now she acted as though it were all Meng Xi's fault. The saying that bitches always played the victim really did ring true.
Lai Yuejing was bawling beside him. The strange looks everyone was giving him made Fatso feel as though an aura of swaggering bluster enveloped him.
He knew his moment to show off had finally arrived.
He fixed his eyes on Jun Wangchen and bellowed, "Outrageous! How dare you treat my darling Yueyue so cruelly? Apologize right now, brat, or don't blame me for getting rough!"
"Apologize?" Jun Wangchen sneered, looking at him as though he were an idiot.
"A woman who spews filthy insults, resorts to violence when she loses an argument, and sheds fake tears without a shred of feeling deserves an apology from us?"
"If you want to stand