Yan Jia was not polite when speaking, and he never gave anyone face.

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. No matter how much crisis the Yan family encounters, it is still the top wealthy family in Lan City. When has it ever been comparable to a small family like the Tan family?

Tan Yicai's face turned pale after being insulted by Yan Jia in public. She never expected that Yan Jia would scold her in front of so many people. She is just a woman!

She was anxious to pull out her wrist, but Yan Jia was so strong that she failed.

The palms of her hands were so anxious that they became sweaty, and Tan Yicai's face became even worse.

Of course she wouldn't dare to mess with Yan Jia, the second young master of the Yan family, who would dare to mess with him.

In the past, Yan Jia was the second young master and had little status in the Yan family, so no one dared to mess with him. Now, everyone knows that Yan Jia will soon take over from the Yan family and will be the crown prince.

No one dares to mess with him.

Tan Yicai only dared to pick on a soft persimmon like Lin Zhi, because she felt that no one would stand up for Lin Zhi, but she never thought that Yan Jia would come.

"Mr. Yan, if you have something to say, let's discuss it easily." Tan Yicai's voice was a little trembling.

She was used to being arrogant and domineering, but now she was scared to death when she saw Yan Jia's bloodthirsty and fierce eyes.

"Don't you dare?" Yan Jia asked playfully.

"Master Yan...you know, I...ah!"

A glass of red wine was poured on Tan Yicai's face!

Yan Jia's hand.

The red liquid flowed down Tan Yicai's face, and the makeup on her face was instantly wiped off. She screamed, stamped her feet, and waved her hands, and Yan Jia drove her crazy.

Miss Tan is also considered a pretty wealthy lady in Lancheng. She is usually fawned over and pampered by others, but she has never experienced such humiliation.

Yan Jia then shook off her hand and sneered: "Tan Yicai, don't think that I, Yan Jia, am going too far. I am just treating others in their own way. Of course, if you want to try other methods, I will accompany you."

, who said we are classmates? Right? "

Tan Yicai had red wine on her face, how could she dare to refute.

Yan Jia has many connections and circles in Lancheng. It would be easy to kill her. They, a group of second-generation rich people, are basically lawless beings.

Nie Hongye knew that he had caused the trouble, so he quickly came out and pulled Tan Yicai away, and even wiped the red wine on her face with her.

"What bad luck." Tan Yicai cursed and walked away. She wanted to curse loudly, but was afraid that Yan Jia would hear her.

The eldest lady lost her temper. She ran to the bathroom and broke a bunch of bottles and cans.

Yan Jia took out a white square towel from his coat pocket and threw it on Lin Zhi: "Wipe it clean, don't embarrass me."

After saying that, Yan Jia strode away.

No one knew what Yan Jia said to Lin Zhi, and no one dared to approach Yan Jia.

Yan Jia put one hand in his trouser pocket with a happy posture. He stretched out his long legs to find Feng Wenbin, the organizer of the event and his very good friend.

The white square towel smelled of cologne, clean and refreshing.

Lin Zhi held the handkerchief and entered another bathroom, turned on the faucet, and buried herself in the cold water.

She threw the handkerchief into the trash can. There was no way to clean the red wine stains on her body. She raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror - embarrassed, dull, bloodless face, and red wine was still dripping from her hair.

The moment Tan Yicai poured red wine on her, she didn't feel much pain, but now she calmed down, her tears were falling.

Press your right fingers on your left wrist.

Back then, she had cut it with a razor blade at this spot.
Chapter completed!