Just as the words fell.
Accompanied by a loud "bang."
The photo frame on the desk was hurled by Ou Jue at Yang Shurong, instantly slashing her face!
"Ah—" Yang Shurong clutched her face and screamed out loud.
Her hand had just touched it, and it was already bleeding profusely.
She almost fainted, luckily held up by Xia Shiyi and Xia Zhengxiong.
As for Ou Jue, his expression remained cold and indifferent.
His eyes were icy and devoid of emotion, his voice bone-chilling, "Who gave you the guts to use the word 'cheap' about my woman in front of me?!"
Xia Zhengxiong, gritting his teeth in fury, growled, "You, you… Young Master Ou, I'll say it one more time: this place is the Xia Group. Please know your limits!"
Xiyan chuckled coldly, "The ones who should know their limits are you lot!"
