Back when Assistant Li had been beaten and berated, he had considered exposing everything and ruining Chen Zuo for good.
But he had soon abandoned the idea, because he discovered that these celebrities' teams had their own PR strategies. They could spin black into white.
He was no match for their power. If he exposed this but failed to take Chen Zuo down in one blow, his own future would be finished.
After that, Assistant Li had kept drilling the same thought into himself: endure it, just endure a little longer, and he could leave once his contract expired.
But Chen Zuo had only grown worse. Assistant Li was truly on the verge of breaking down, yet he had never found a good opportunity-until today.
If he didn't report him now, when would he? Was he supposed to keep a scumbag who beat his wife and berated his child around for the New Year?
Assistant Li stepped forward and rolled up his sleeve. Everyone gasped at the sight. There were numerous small wounds on his arm, and the longest stretched across almost half of it.
"He gave me these injuries once when he was drunk. I went to pick him up, and he hit me with a bottle. I have burns on my other hand too..."
He displayed his injuries one by one. Assistant Li wasn't Chen Zuo's wife, after all, so Chen Zuo still had to offer some compensation after hurting him. At least he didn't have to pay his own medical bills, and he received a little money too. It really was a slap followed by a sweet.
[God, that's terrifying.]
[I can't even imagine. If Chen Zuo treated his assistant like that, how brazen must he have been with his wife?]
[Sure enough, at the end of