As they were attending a banquet tonight, Xia Wanyuan was dressed in a black evening gown. In front of the debris-filled dining table, Xia Wanyuan stood quietly. It was inexplicably frightening.
Everyone took a look and hurriedly retracted their gazes. Those big shots had been reduced to such a sorry state by Xia Wanyuan. It was possible that this little celebrity's blood would be spilled on the spot later. They did not want to become cannon fodder for being implicated.
The staff rushed forward to offer Qian Li a handkerchief to wipe it. The rest of the staff rushed forward and grabbed at Xia Wanyuan.
Xia Wanyuan kicked off her high heels and picked up a bottle of red wine on the table.
Half a minute later, with Xia Wanyuan as the center, a circle of people lay around them.
Xia Wanyuan stood on the ground with a wine bottle in her hand. Her black hair fluttered in the wind, exuding an air of disdain and ruthlessness.
