"What do you want?" The girl sitting on the man's lap stood up, a face full of disdain, "What? You want to take your sister's place? That can be arranged."
Qhianqhian walked over steadily, her gaze fixed on the woman, pursed her lips, and smirked. Her arm moved quickly, delivering a slap to the woman's face: "You don't get to touch my people!" Another slap landed on another face, and she blew on her palm, picked up a tissue from the table, and wiped her hand: "I'm just a bit violent, otherwise why wouldn't my sister take me with her?"
The woman held her face, looking at Qhianqhian in disbelief. Was she really slapped?
She pitifully turned to the man from earlier, sitting on the lap: "Brother Liu, look!" Her coquettish tone made Qhianqhian's skin crawl.
Zhang Ye also protected He Wenyu, looking at He Wenyu's messy hair and clothes, his expression was somewhat displeased.
As someone fighting for justice, can he just watch this happen in front of him?
