Chen Yayan's whole body was trembling. She wanted to scream, wanted to tear this woman apart! The intense fear and hatred were almost driving her mad!
Moreover, the calmer this woman was, the more panicked she felt. If she had come to accuse or question her, she wouldn't have been so flustered. But the calm appearance of Mu Yiliang made her seem even more ridiculous.
The surrounding makeup artists and stylists were all watching the drama unfold, with their ears pricked up. They didn't know Mu Yiliang, but that didn't stop them from imagining a grand drama of infighting among the wealthy. It seemed that Miss Chen Yayan's rise to power wasn't all that glorious. Here she was, at her engagement ceremony, unable to call on President Yan for backup when someone confronted her.
