Slap!
The slap landed heavily, even through silk gloves it made a crisp sound, leaving Yang Zhan's face turned sideways with a clear handprint.
Yang Zhan was stunned by the slap, now both anxious and angry and aggrieved, muttering several times before finally spitting out…
"Mom!"
The cafeteria was once again in an uproar.
This is Yang Zhan's mom?
The wife of the West State City's Immortal Technique Committee chairman, founder of Baitao Medical Beauty chains—Su Baitao?
But Su Baitao ignored Yang Zhan and instead turned to Bai Mo and bowed.
"As Yang Zhan's mother, I apologize to you on his behalf.
"I'm really sorry!
"Could you please let go of him?
"Violence is not the solution, we can discuss a better plan."
Bai Mo let go of Yang Zhan's hand.
He examined Yang Zhan's mother, seeing this woman with her hands crossed in front, her almond-shaped eyes looking over, seriously and sincerely.
"The solution is simple.
"Do what needs to be done."
Su Baitao nodded.
"Thank you."
