"M-M-M... Ms. Xu?!"
When Xu Yirou's face came fully into Fan Tong's view, his own face turned deathly pale.
At that moment, a thunderous boom went off in Fan Tong's mind. He felt as though he had been struck by lightning, his face ashen with terror and his tongue so stiff that he could not get a single word out.
Although it was June, in the middle of summer, a bone-chilling cold swept through his entire body.
Why?
Why was Xu Yirou here?
If he had known that the woman with her back to him was Xu Yirou, he would never have dared call her a "slut," even with a hundred times the courage.
"Uncle, what's wrong?" Seeing Fan Tong trembling all over, his expression drastically changed, the Curly-Haired Man suddenly had a terrible feeling.
Fan Tong looked worse than a corpse as he stammered shakily, "Sh-she... she's Xu... Xu..."
Thud! Before Fan Tong could finish, the Curly-Haired Man realized who she was. His legs gave way, and he dropped to his knees in terror.
Never before had he felt that the world was so small, so absurd.
The woman he had cursed, mocked, and screamed at turned out to be the lofty heiress of the Thousand Gold Jewelry Group—Xu Yirou!
How could something this outrageously melodramatic happen to him?!
Wang Nuli, standing nearby, froze before suddenly starting in alarm. He asked Jun Wangchen, "Fourth, don't tell me she's Xu Yirou, the daughter of the First Jewelry Group's chairman?"
"That's right." Jun Wangchen nodded, confirming Wang Nuli's guess.
Wang Nuli sucked in a sharp breath.
Xu Yirou was renowned for her exceptional talent and countless suitors, hailed as a woman blessed by heaven. Yet Fan Tong and the Curly-Haired Man had just called her a slut. If those suitors found