In the late morning, he had been in the conference room for a meeting, while his mother was waiting for him in the office.
When Bei Changsheng came looking for him, he must have bumped into his mother...
Bei Yiyi saw he wasn't speaking anymore, and was instantly even angrier.
With clenched fists, she punched and kicked Wu Yao, venting the uncontrollable anger surging inside her.
Wu Yao stood still, head hanging low, face tense, letting her vent her emotions.
Those fists and kicks were actually like raindrops to Wu Yao, barely hurting him. Yet now, each punch landing on him felt as if it were striking his heart.
Making his heart ache sharply.
The relationship between him and Bei Yiyi wasn't yet clear, but now his mother prematurely knew of her existence, and her parents were involved as well.
This... is definitely not a good start.
Bei Yiyi's hands and feet hurt from hitting, but the man still stood like an unwavering mountain.
Is this man made of iron?!
