Women's Struggle to Change Their Destiny
Good Attitude, Bad Tone
Ji Haoyu was wearing casual gray clothes. He looked at Jian Ai with a smile that did not reach his eyes. His cherry-like pink lips curled up, and he instantly revealed a hint of evil. “She's almost done.”
His tone was not a discussion, but a reminder.
Ji Group's eldest grandson, the sole heir to one of Asia's top financial groups. With his status, if not for his friend's invitation today, he would never have appeared in a lower-class bar in Zhonglou District.
He was already uninterested and bored to death. Who knew that fate would be so beautiful?
The deafening music suddenly stopped, and what entered his ears was an icy warning. Sentence, “If you want to die, try moving” is very charming, and it immediately arouses his interest. He lifted his eyes to look up.
When she saw that beautiful and gentle face, even the calm Young Master Ji was shocked. Other than feeling surprised, he recognized Jian Ai at a glance.
Then, he saw the skinny girl waving her fists as if she was possessed by a demon from hell. Until the person below him breathed his last, he showed no intention to stop.
He was never a busy man. However, looking at Jian Ai in front of him, Ji Haoyu could predict that if no one stopped him, he would smash the person's head to pieces before releasing it.
It is not known how deep the hatred that makes a teenage girl lose control so viciously.
There was clearly anger in the girl's eyes, and the dancing flames under her eyes made one tremble in fear. However, Ji Haoyu did not come out immediately to stop him. Instead, he waited until the person was on the verge of death before standing up.
He let Jian Ai vent his anger, but not until someone died. At that time, it would not be easy to resolve the situation.
Therefore, the moment Ji Haoyu opened her mouth, she reminded him that it was time and he was almost done.
Jian Ai lowered his head to look at Liu Yong, who had been beaten beyond recognition. At this moment, his rationality returned. Seeing the pitiful state of the people below him, Jian Ai, the perpetrator, inevitably frowned.
Did he beat up someone like that?
Jian Ai was secretly shocked. His mind was blank now, and there was nothing in his eyes except Liu Yong's face. In her mind, she saw her brother's body filled with wounds. He felt that the ball of hatred that had been long held in his heart was spewing out as he moved, and his body was punching out crazily without any control.
What made Jian Ai feel fear was that she felt a tremor in her body. He felt an unprecedented pleasure when he punched. A red color entered his eyes, making him unable to control his excitement.
Liu Yong's face was bruised and swollen, and he vomited blood. He looked as if he would die at any moment. If Ji Haoyu did not stop him at the right time and he punched him a few more times, he would probably die.
At this moment, Jian Ai's anger instantly dissipated, but she did not feel guilty for having hurt him.
He had already told himself that if anyone dared to hurt his mother and brother, he would not let them go so easily.
Seeing the condition of Jian Ai that seemed to gradually become calm, Ji Haoyu immediately tightened his grip on his wrist. Jian Ai took advantage of this situation and stood up.
In contrast to the shocked expressions of the spectators, Ji Haoyu looked at Jian Ai with a hint of interest in her peach blossom eyes. Before he could say anything, Jian Ai said coldly, “Thank you.”
Ji Haoyu raised his handsome eyebrows. He thought to himself that his attitude was fine, but his tone was not good.