Ji Meishu had never suffered such humiliation in the ten years she had been married to Hu Zhonglian.
Even if Hu Zhonglian had been healthy and standing in front of her, he wouldn't dare to lash out at her like this.
Yet here she was, Madam Hu, driven to this point by Jiang Yi, a mere girl, and she was seething with rage.
The two stood off against each other, neither willing to step back first.
Within a minute, the sound of chaotic footsteps had approached the meeting room's door.
Soon, Zhu Shuanghua walked to the door of the meeting room and pulled it open from inside.
What appeared before them were four or five uniformed security guards.
Zhu Shuanghua had taken the opportunity when Jiang Yi and Ji Meishu were arguing fiercely to notify her assistant, who had then called the security guards.
The security guards filed in and stood by the conference table, looking somewhat bewildered for a moment.
