Late night, at Ye's Clubhouse.
Top floor, luxury private room.
"Bang!"
Ye Ming, his face full of frustration, slammed the cup in his hand heavily onto the table!
At this moment, his face was wrapped in bandages, and blood occasionally seeped through, making his whole face swell like a pig's head.
After undergoing surgery, the doctor told him that if he had come any later, his face would be permanently damaged, leading to lifelong paralysis!
But he didn't dare to report to his parents.
Afraid of losing face!
"Young Master Ming, why don't you... spread those 'intimate' photos of Ye Huan and Dragon Fragrance, pinning the crime of seducing your sister-in-law on him, thus ruining his reputation?" beside him, a bruised and swollen black man tentatively suggested, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"Shut your damn mouth!"
"You useless bunch, and you call yourselves champions, so many of you against Ye Huan, yet he beat you all half to death!"
