"Fine, as you wish, Miss Zuo Wei, this slap is something you asked for yourself."
Zuo Wei: "..."
This was the first time Zuo Wei had been slapped like this.
"Mr. Gu... Mr. Gu, he hit me."
Jian Ran listened to the woman's oblivious words, a cold smile curled at her lips.
Gu Mochen looked at Zuo Wei's ignorant appearance, his thin lips pressed together, he handed Little Cubao to Secretary Zhou, strolled forward, and asked Jian Ran with concern as he looked at her palm.
"Does your hand hurt?"
"It's fine."
"Next time, if you need to use force, don't do it yourself, let your subordinates handle it."
Jian Ran looked at Gu Mochen's serious and persistent manner, her eyes warmed, and she softly said: "Okay, but doing it myself felt pretty satisfying."
Hitting a wretch, it's like hitting a rat, naturally very satisfying.
Jian Ran lifted the corner of her lips and softly said: "Mo Chen, next time you can try it."
"No need, she doesn't deserve it."
Jian Ran: "..."
