Hearing this voice, Xia Hongyu's whole body shook, then she looked up incredulously.
She saw a young man standing behind Dong Yiping, his eyebrows sharp as a knife, his eyes like stars, smiling as he looked at her.
Seeing this smile, Xia Hongyu felt a sourness in her nose, and her tears nearly fell.
At this time, Dong Yiping also reacted, but he couldn't see who was behind him. He only felt someone holding his wrist, so he struggled hard, trying to break free.
No matter how much he struggled, the hand holding his wrist was like forged iron, not moving at all. The more he struggled, the tighter it gripped.
Very quickly, Dong Yiping's face turned pale with pain, and sweat appeared on his forehead.
But he still didn't beg for mercy, instead, he said angrily, "I am the Young Master of the Dong Family business, how dare you...?"
Before he could finish his threat, there was a crunching sound.
Dong Yiping's wrist was crushed hard.
