It had been days now, Gu En's bruised and swollen face showed no signs of improvement; in fact, it seemed even more swollen. As soon as Chen Yun saw Gu En's sorry state, he burst out laughing, "See, I told you! You couldn't beat them, yet you insisted on picking a fight! Do you still think you're the Gu family's precious Miss? Back then, people may have humored you, but now? A pile of shit on the street—people avoid it because it stinks, not because it's anything significant. Did you think you were still someone remarkable?"
"Director Chen, Mr. Chan, could I trouble the two of you to step outside for a moment? We'd like to speak with Xiao'en privately," Grandma Gu stood to the side, shooting a cold glance at Lin Chan and Chen Yun.
