Everyone in her family supports her from top to bottom, including the clan members who mainly praise her.
She is of medium height, definitely not short among the girls in Yancheng, at least she is above the average height.
But the girl in front of me looks like she's 1.7 meters tall. In addition, she wears high heels, which makes her taller than Sheng Zhao. Her aura is very oppressive.
Sheng Zhao was furious.
She didn't mind other things, but she couldn't talk about height, because Xi Lanting had also used this to criticize her.
She treated him so affectionately, but he said she was short and looked like a rat in fur.
Sheng Zhao took two steps back and called his followers: "Here comes someone."
This sound attracted the people accompanying her, the entourage and even the shop boy.
Sheng Zhao looked unkind and said to his entourage: "She spoke rudely to me and slapped me!"
"How dare you." The girl looked at her coldly, "Don't you ask about who I am."
Liu Shiying recognized her and immediately taunted: "Who are you? Aren't you just a stinky salesperson? I'm afraid you don't know who this is. This is the daughter of Mr. Sheng's family."
The girl is Yurong, she is a popular singer in the Zhu Family Club and a money tree.
Because she was valuable, the Zhu family supported her, and the eldest and second young masters Zhu were also polite to her, and even followed two Green Gang thugs when they came and went.
This makes her jade look light and graceful.
Outsiders know that this is the Qing Gang's dog, so naturally they won't offend her too much.
This gave her the illusion that she was very important, but she didn't know that she was just a vase, which might be priceless if placed there, but once it was slightly worn, it would be worthless.
Yurong loves to take advantage of highs and lows, and she is so frivolous that she doesn't take most people seriously.
Therefore, when she knew that the group of people in front of her belonged to Mr. Sheng's family, she was still cold and arrogant: "Mr. Sheng's daughter? Then you have to be careful. I will drink with your father someday, but I will complain in person."
"Keep your mouth clean," Sheng Ershao said coldly.
Yurong still didn't care: "What's wrong with drinking? People like you are not qualified to drink with me."
Sheng Yun winked at his entourage.
The attendant understood and stepped forward to grab Yurong's arm and throw her out.
It's just that Yu Rong's followers were more alert and had already moved a step forward and stood in front of Yu Rong.
"Second Young Master Sheng, calm down." One of Yu Rong's followers was a young man, who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, and actually looked a bit like a child.
He was born tall, but the downy hair on his face had not faded. He was indeed a not-so-old child.
The child's eyes were crazy, with a bit of madness that was not afraid of anything. When he looked at Sheng Yun, he was full of provocation.
Sheng Yun rarely met someone who dared to be so ignorant, and he immediately wanted to slap him.
Several people started fighting.
Sheng Zhao and others retreated, and the young man was so anxious that he died.
Liu Shiying thought he could scare them, but he didn't expect the other party to be so cruel.
In today's world, the singing girls of the Youth Gang dare to act recklessly in front of the young masters and young ladies of the military government's master's family. The world is in decline.
"Stop fighting, gentlemen, please calm down." The boy and the boss were frightened to death. They kept trying to stop the fight and called the police department.
Sheng Zhao watched calmly at first, but as she watched, she felt something bad: Yurong's two thugs were not idiots. One of them had almost subdued the Sheng family's entourage with one against two; and the younger one was fighting against two. The one with better kung fu, Sheng Yun was already at a disadvantage and received two punches from him.
Liu Shiying was so anxious: "Ayun, beat them to death! Don't be afraid, use all your strength."
Jiang Yanyu stood nearby with a gloomy expression.