Staring at the cruel and barbaric situation not far away, Xia Zhetao was totally stunned, and he was instantly in such disbelief that his jaw dropped.
If he did not see it wrongly, the woman on that side seemed to be the President's ex-wife, right? Yes, it should be her!
Although it had not been his first time seeing the former Mrs. President fight with others, who could clearly tell him that this was not in his imagination?
She had fought with a criminal who held a knife on the street. Would normal women do such a thing? Where was her morality? Where were her principles?
Um, the President was very scary, but the former Mrs. President was scarier! Was it possible for him to resign now? The answer was obviously no.
After Zhao Youlin released all her anger, she gently sighed in relief, tidied her messy hair, and got up from the thief. The pitiful man's face was swollen and bruised. He was punched so many times that nobody would be able to recognize him.
