Yang Jiajun was hit by Chuzheng, and although furious, his bluster was not as pronounced as before when faced with a fist.
This woman was clearly not afraid of his status as the Heir of the Yang Corporation.
In the circle, there were certain names, certain people he knew very well not to provoke.
He had never seen this woman before, had no idea where she had popped up from!
Yang Jiajun forced himself to calm down, realizing that streaking was absolutely unacceptable. If the Heir of the Yang Corporation streaked, and word got out, his old man would kill him.
Yang Jiajun's eyes darted around as a plan took form in his mind, suggesting someone else fulfill the bet for him.
Yang Jiajun, learning on the fly, argued that the terms of the bet didn't specify that he couldn't have someone replace him.
Chuzheng was easy to talk to, "You can find someone to streak for you, but you'll have to be naked too, except... you can keep your underwear on."
"You..."
