"Fuck your mother!"
When Chen Yuqi felt scared and helpless, a loud voice drew everyone's attention.
Zhu Dajun looked at the scene in front of him in terror.
He just left for a little while to mock his nemesis Zhou Qing.
How could it be... how could it be...
He even rubbed his eyes, not daring to believe it was real.
The female companion of that terrifying figure, being doused with wine? Being humiliated?
And Lord Death God, being called a hillbilly?
He hurried over, slapping Song Sizhe in the face with a hand like a wok.
Song Sizhe spun in place, clutching his swollen red face in shock:
"You dare hit me? Do you know who I am?!"
"Then do you fucking know who she is?!"
Zhu Dajun grabbed Song Sizhe by the neck, not stopping his slaps.
The guests were all shocked and aghast.
Beating a popular star at such an occasion?
This is bound to make headlines, isn't it?
They glanced at the woman lying dazed on the ground, wondering if she was Zhu Dajun's lover.
