Jiang Yang's hands were tugging at the fabric of her cuffs, and she walked to the elevator silently with her head lowered.
"I told you, get out."
Ye Tushen's voice was neither soft nor heavy. He raised his eyelids and focused his gaze on Ye Fengyin's face.
"Brother, I..."
She hesitated in her voice, raised her eyes, met Ye Tushen's gaze, and fell silent, not daring to say anything more.
Ye Fengyin turned back, glared fiercely in Jiangyang's direction, and left reluctantly.
Ye Tushen was here, so she didn't dare to cause trouble.
As the little princess of the Ye family, the one she dared not offend was Ye Tushen.
Ye Tushen called his secretary to take Jiang Yang to deal with it, but Lawyer Shen stopped him: "Mr. Ye, we can just go back and deal with it. If it doesn't happen, you don't have to worry about it."
Ye Tu's eyebrows were slightly sunken, and his eyes briefly slid across the river.
Half of her face was swollen, which was particularly dazzling.
"What are you talking about? My sister hurt someone, and I am responsible. Don't wait until then. If something happens, come back and take responsibility for me."
Ye Tushen has always been rigorous and thoughtful in his work to avoid future troubles.
Lawyer Shen smiled awkwardly and remained silent.
Jiangyang was taken by the secretary to treat the wound. The secretary did a good job. Not only did he apply medicine to her swollen side, but he also discussed compensation.
After being slapped, Jiangyang received 20,000 yuan in compensation.
Looking at the extra numbers in the card, Jiang Yang's eyes darkened.
It's just...not bad.
At that time, Ye Tushen walked in. He waved his hand and motioned for the secretary to go out.
The secretary understood and retreated silently.
Jiang Yang noticed Ye Tushen approaching, she put away her phone, lowered her eyes, and didn't dare to look up.
The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground stopped, and a pair of black leather shoes appeared in Jiangyang's field of vision. The cold light came into her eyes, and her eyes trembled.
"Jiang Yang, raise your head."
The tone of absolute command cannot be argued with.
Jiang Yang raised his head like a reflex, faced him straightly, and looked away: "Second Master, don't look at me, I'm ugly."
Ye Tushen stretched out his hand and slapped Jiangyang's face, his voice was cold: "Don't hide."
Jiang Yang didn't dodge anymore, her little face obediently pressed into his palm.
Ye Tushen's slender fingertips lightly rubbed the red swelling, and disgust flashed in his eyes, "Tsk, it's so ugly."
Suddenly, he said contemptuously: "Twenty thousand, is it worth a slap on your face?"
He crushed her self-esteem into the dust one step at a time.
Jiang Yang felt hard-hearted and wanted to refute. He opened his lips, but was speechless and couldn't utter a single word of refutation.
She did take that money because of that slap.
Very despicable and helpless.
"Second Master says it's worth it, so it's worth it."
After a long while, Jiang Yang's lips and teeth came out with this sentence, self-esteem, money is not important, she can't do anything without money.
Without Ye Tushen's protection, her future life can be imagined.
20,000, which is her internship salary for several months.
He whispered, "You are so cheap."
Ye Tushen pinched Jiang Yang's chin and moved it left and right. She was like a lifeless rag doll, letting him play with it.
He looked at Jiang Yang's face with his frivolous gaze. He narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice: "Jiang Yang, do you have to use this face to challenge me?"
"I don't dare, Second Master."
Jiang Yang was submissive.
"Don't you dare? Then you provoke Ye Fengyin and let her hit you, aren't you trying to provoke me?"
Every time Ye Tushen said a word, the light in his deep eyes dropped a little, until it was so dark that nothing could be seen.
