In the suburbs of Beijing, within the luxurious Ye Family estate.
In a small villa exclusively owned by the son of the Ye Family, Ye Fan, Zhu Yu, the manager of the Extraordinary Nightclub, sat on the edge of the bed with a swollen, red face, while Ye Fan dressed in a white shirt, sat beside him.
Ye Fan's pale, slender fingers reached out, gently lifting Zhu Yu's chin and caressed his somewhat swollen cheek.
Zhu Yu looked pitiful, allowing Ye Fan to touch him as he complained mournfully, "Young Master, that person was so unreasonable. I spoke to him earnestly, but he wouldn't listen, and he started hitting me... Our security couldn't beat him... Wuu wuu, my face, he has disfigured me."
As he spoke, Zhu Yu sounded exactly like a little woman tattling.
Ye Fan's fingers continued to caress Zhu Yu's cheek, with a serene smile on his face, he soothed, "Yu, my Yu, don't be sad. Rest assured, I will definitely seek justice for you."
