"Shang Qingcheng, your son hit me. Are you going to do something about it or not?"
Shang Qingguo yelled loudly.
"Slap!"
Before Shang Qingcheng could respond, Xiao Chen delivered another slap: "Daring to stir up trouble between me and my mother—do you want to die?!"
Shang Qingguo, terrified, covered her face and didn't dare to speak further.
Shang Qingcheng glanced at Xiao Chen and then turned her gaze to Shang Qingguo, a resolute expression emerging in her eyes, "You hit someone first, didn't you?
Qingguo, you may be my sister, but today I have to say this—
Once you join the Dashang Group, you're part of Dashang.
Even if they're just a security guard, you hit him, it's like you've hit one of my family members.
If you're unhappy about it, you can call the police and handle it however you like, but right now, you must apologize to him."
In truth, Shang Qingcheng had rehearsed this kind of scenario with Xiao Chen yesterday.
She had just struggled to muster the resolve.
