Zhang Yaqing gazed at Wei Zihuan with disdain. "You should know perfectly well that if you touch me, you won't be leaving the Zhang Group building. Do you have the guts?"
"Wei Zihuan, you really haven't matured at all over the years. You can't possibly believe that garbage about how it's glorious to die for a beautiful woman, can you?"
Zhang Yaqing's voice dripped with mockery. "Trash!"
She couldn't even be bothered to resist. "You were able to enter the Zhang Group because I allowed it. And if I want you to stay here, permanently, it would only take a single word from me."
Wei Zihuan's face darkened, but his hands stopped moving.
SLAP!
Zhang Yaqing struck him across the face. "Get out right now!"
Wei Zihuan staggered back several steps, his face burning hot as rage flashed in his eyes.
"Is impotent rage all you're capable of?" she asked. "Someone like you? How can you possibly contend with my Zhang Family? On the strength of your backer alone?"
