Even the intensity was excessive.
So, Feng Jiyue was done for.
Lu Zhaozhao looked at his contorted figure on the ground, scoffed lightly, and then tossed her hair as she said to the sales clerk who had been stunned from the beginning, "Alright, now you can call security over."
"Uh, yes, yes!"
The clerk finally snapped out of it and immediately used the walkie-talkie to call the building's security.
Lu Zhaozhao thought for a moment, then added another instruction, "If this man makes a scene, just call the police directly. After all, some people have been emphasizing that he is the cousin of the president of the Song Group, so this kind of act could be considered fraud, right?"
The sales clerk clearly hesitated.
If it hadn't been for this man openly assaulting a customer in the store, they wouldn't have called security.
But calling the police... was beyond their control.
