Chapter 870: Spare Us

The director was dismissive, “Who could it be but a pretty boy? Old Niu, your psychological resilience is lacking. How does an ordinary person scare you like this…”

Old Niu’s face turned ashen, his eyes vacant, mumbling to himself, “It’s over… It’s over… It’s over…”

“Old Niu, what’s wrong? Speak up, why would a pretty boy scare you like this?” The director patted his shoulder, offering heartfelt comfort.

Old Niu slumped to the ground, utterly despondent, “Bo Yimo, the youngest son of Mr. Bo from Beijing, the grandson of Old Master Bo, a top figure of the pyramid. When he stamps his foot, Beijing trembles. We… we’re finished…”

They are people from completely different worlds; their small-time director couldn’t possibly mingle with those at the top, so it’s normal for Old Wang not to recognize him. He was lucky to have seen him once, a memory etched forever.

The director’s face turned white as a sheet, “You, you said what?”

Impossible, definitely fake, not real.

Although he hadn’t seen the Bo Family himself, he had heard of them in Beijing, unreachable, true prodigies. He had tried everything to connect with them but never succeeded.

Yet now he was fortunate to see him, but under such circumstances.

At this point, Old Niu didn’t have the heart to answer him anymore, seeing the look on his longtime friend’s face, the director had no choice but to believe.

This woman is Young Master Bo’s woman?

Recalling this matter, the director shivered violently, face pallid, drenched in cold sweat.

What did he just do?

Apparently harassed Young Master Bo’s woman and insulted her.

With this thought, the director lost all his strength, legs giving out, he plopped to the ground, face extremely grim.

Tong Yan was never one to forgive and forget, not one to be pushed around. Now someone backed her up, she was even more brazen, “Director, weren’t you asking me to serve you? Didn’t you call me a nasty woman? Didn’t you say I’d never make it in the entertainment industry? Didn’t you…”

With every sentence she spoke, the director’s forehead sweat increased, fear and anxiety reaching a climax. No longer the arrogant figure he once was, he cowered, “Miss Tong, it’s my fault. To you, magnanimous one, please forgive my mistake.”

Tong Yan chuckled wickedly, her eyes slightly raised like a smug little fox, “Why should I forgive you?”

Yes, why forgive? Earlier, they maliciously wanted to send them to the police station, and now they hope she would let them go.

Why? Because of their gall?

“Forgive me, I really didn’t mean it. I didn’t know Miss Tong was Young Master Bo’s girlfriend. I’ll never dare again, I…”

The other women, seeing the stark change in the director, were scared too.

Earlier, he was set on confronting them, a vivid memory. If that person found out, they’d be finished.

Hence, it’s better to strike first.

The women exchanged glances, then fell to their knees, “It has nothing to do with us; he forced us, really, not us…”

In the entire private room, apart from Tong Yan and her group, everyone else sat on the ground, some even kowtowing.

Quite lively, and entirely different from moments ago.

At this moment, Bo Yimo finally spoke, his voice as per usual, cool and clear, like a mountain spring, chillingly cold.

“Little Nine.”