Yang Bai, who was being dragged by the collar, wanted to break free from the restraint on his neck. So, as he was being dragged upstairs to the second floor, he struggled a bit, but he didn't expect Ding Jing's casual grip on his collar to be so hard to escape from.
He looked at Ding Jing in disbelief.
Can a woman have such strength?
Before long, this one-meter-eight-tall man was like a little lamb, following Ding Jing and Mo Shangjun upstairs.
Yang Bai felt like his guts were twisted into knots, extremely uncomfortable.
The second floor was even more chaotic than he imagined.
This was the peak dinner time, and there were quite a few people in the private rooms. This gang of brutes barged in one room after another, causing panic. The guests here were all wealthy and important, and having their meals and business talks interrupted made them furious. Some took it out on them directly, escalating the situation.
Screams, roars, the sound of things being smashed—all mixed together.
