Zheng Ge couldn't be blamed for using such a stupid method, because it had worked before. If anyone other than Shen Lian had been targeted today, they would have been the unlucky victim.
Especially in a place like this, where some rich people got so wild that, for the sake of customers' privacy, there were almost no surveillance cameras-only bodyguards keeping watch.
But Zheng Ge hadn't expected Shen Lian not to care, or Chu Yilan to take his side. Zhou Tangsi had wanted to play the knight in shining armor, but now he was lying on the floor, unable to get up.
"President Chu! President Chu!" A peacemaker who knew both sides stepped forward, trembling as he tried to break up the fight. After all, the sight of Chu Yilan with his foot on Zhou Tangsi was so damn shocking that he felt if nobody did anything, their whole social circle would be in an uproar tomorrow.
Zhou Tangsi wasn't frightened. He was stunned.
He had also benefited from Zheng Ge successfully "sweet-talking" Chu Yilan. During their many previous clashes, for instance, Zheng Ge had always taken his side unconditionally, invariably reducing Chu Yilan to silence. Over time, Zhou Tangsi had developed the illusion that he had the upper hand.
But now Chu Yilan was showing him through his actions that it had been luck, not ability.
And never in his wildest dreams had Zhou Tangsi imagined that Chu Yilan would do something as humiliating as stepping on his face.
It was no exaggeration: red veins spread through Zhou Tangsi's eyes, one after another. Mad with rage, he roared and pushed off the floor, throwing a vicious punch at Chu Yilan as he straightened up. His fist cut through the air with a whistle; it wasn't hard to imagine how