"Good!"

Wang Bohai nodded, then took out his mobile phone and dialed a phone, whispered a few words. After hanging up, he looked at Song Yan contemptuously and said, "Boy, if you kneel down and apologize to my wife, it's still too late, otherwise, wait a moment, even if you want to apologize, you won't have a chance!"

"I don't believe it!" Song Yan smiled and shook his head.

"Hum!" Wang Baihai snorted, "Let's just walk around and see."

In a twinkling of an eye, ten minutes passed, and then a young man wearing sunglasses came with seven or eight people striding towards Chanel's franchise.

"Mr. Wang, who offended you...