Complaint

"Hey... Little Lele... Don't be so protective of your little one. We're just looking, we're not going to take it from you."

"It's just... I can't even look at it."

"If you want to watch, then watch properly, but don't touch me."

For a moment, four women surrounded a man, chattering incessantly.

Mo Yu casually put her arm around Mi Le's slender waist: "Alright...alright, stop touching me. I'm not some rare breed, I'm a living, breathing person just like you, what's there to touch?"

Mi Le was having a great time with her girlfriends when Mo Yu hugged her tightly, and all her strength vanished instantly. She slumped limply into his arms.

Startled, she quickly slapped Mo Yu's arm, saying, "You brat, let go!"

"I was just worried you'd fall."

"I'm fine, you can relax."

"Alright... then you guys stop messing around."

Thinking that there were three best friends watching, Mi Le didn't know where she got the strength, she suddenly scrambled out of Mo Yu's arms and sat down in the corner of the sofa.

Zhao Man and Bai Xue exchanged a glance, smiled, and followed. The three women huddled together and whispered among themselves.

Liu Yiyi glanced at Zhang Yang and his group, who were huddled in the corner, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.

She wanted to ignore them, but because of his relationship with her brother, she still came to Zhang Yang and the others and patted Chen Shuo on the shoulder: "Alright, Chen Shuo, you didn't drink much, but you've been putting on quite a show."

Besides, Mo Yu was brought back by Lele, so she's our friend.

"If you really feel unlucky, go to the Yonghe Temple tomorrow and pray. Don't argue with Mo Yu here."

Seeing Liu Yiyi say this, Chen Shuo seized the opportunity, smiled awkwardly, and muttered, "Alright, since Sister Yiyi has spoken, I'll punish myself with a drink, okay?"

Distracted by Liu Yiyi, and with the music starting up again, the people in the private room began to chat and laugh again, but the unrestrained noise from before was gone.

After a while, more people arrived, some were friends and some were classmates, and the large private room finally became lively.

Mo Yu seized an opportunity to sneak up to Mi Le and asked, "Are you all from the Beijing Dance Academy?"

"Um."

Are they all in the same class?

"no."

Miler explained earnestly, "Bai Xue and I are in the classical dance class, Yi Yi is studying international dance, and Zhao Man is studying ballet."

"No wonder, it has a cool and ethereal feel to it." Mo Yu muttered to herself.

He asked curiously, "Come to think of it, it's quite rare for people from different majors to get together and hang out like this."

"Indeed." Miler also sighed, a hint of tenderness in her eyes. "It's truly fate that we can all get together."

Mo Yu smiled, then boldly nudged her lightly with her shoulder, lowering her voice to say, "Isn't it fate that we're together?"

Mi Le froze for half a second, then a blush spread from the base of her neck to the tips of her ears. She glared at Mo Yu shyly, "Who said we're destined to be together!"

Although she complained, she didn't pull away; instead, she let Mo Yu put his arm around her waist.

The deep bass from the speakers in the corridor made the ambient lights on the ceiling tremble. Taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, Chen Shuo quietly slipped out of the private room.

Leaning against the cold marble wall, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

The phone rang seven or eight times before someone answered: "Xiao Shuo... what's up?"

"Big brother..."

Chen Shuo's voice carried a hint of grievance, "I was just bullied by a country bumpkin from out of town. Could you ask Brother Wolf to come and help me get revenge?"

"Were you bullied?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone. "Explain yourself clearly."

"That's how it is..."

Chen Shuo recounted what had happened in the private room, especially how Mo Yu had crushed the bone china teacup with just three fingers.

After a long silence, the person on the other end finally said, "Wait for my message."

In a luxurious yet serious office, a young man in his thirties put down the phone and pressed the call button on the desk. Soon, a burly young man with a fierce expression walked in.

"Mr. Chen, you wanted to see me?"

"Ah Lang," the man referred to as General Manager Chen repeated what Chen Shuo had just said, and finally asked, "What level is someone who can do this? Are they very good at fighting?"

After listening, Ah Lang remained silent for a long time before saying, "President Chen... being able to crush a ceramic teacup with one hand has already surpassed the strength of ordinary people and reached the level of professional strength trainers or special industry personnel."

The average adult male's grip strength is usually 40-50 kg, while those who have undergone fitness training can reach 60-70 kg. However, to crush a standard bone china teacup, the instantaneous explosive force needs to reach at least 100 or even 125 kg, and the force needs to be concentrated at a few points on the fingers.

As far as I know, the people in the world who can do this are definitely the top talents among rock climbers, powerlifters, or those who have practiced traditional martial arts finger techniques for a long time.

To put it another way, if Young Master Chen Shuo wasn't lying, the other party could easily crush Young Master Chen Shuo's limbs as easily as crushing an egg if they wanted to.

They only broke a teacup, which is already a huge favor to Young Master Chen Shuo, or perhaps they didn't want to escalate the situation. But if Young Master Chen Shuo insists on provoking them, then it's hard to say what will happen.

Chief Chen breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't ask Ah Lang if he could beat the other party, or make any foolish remarks like asking Ah Lang to stand up for his brother.

He is a businessman. For a businessman, the pursuit is to make money through harmony. Force is only used when forced into a corner or as a last resort. Moreover, anyone who can reach the top in a certain industry is worthy of respect, even if that person is just a scavenger.

Letting out a long sigh, President Chen nodded: "I understand, you can go now."

After Ah Lang left, he dialed Chen Shuo's number. When the call connected, he said crisply, "Shuo, you apologize to Yiyi's friend right now. Your attitude must be sincere. If I find out you continue to provoke her, I'll suggest to the old man that you be sent abroad. Do you understand?"

"No, bro... why should I?" Chen Shuo exclaimed anxiously. "I didn't do anything, I just gave him a few pointers, and he dares to embarrass me like this. If I apologize to him, how am I supposed to face the world after this?"

Mr. Chen said calmly, "I don't care how you behave, but if you don't go, I'll tell the old man everything that happened tonight, and you know what the consequences will be..."