At this moment, she suddenly realized that the Mamasan asking her to pick up money tonight must be a trap.
All of this must be directed by Gong Ye behind the scenes.
Gong Ye's face was exceedingly unpleasant, his eyes revealing a chilly glare.
"Mr. Gong? You weren't satisfied last night? Are you so eager to take me in the office?"
Though her chin was gripped tightly by him, her face still bore a calm smile.
Composed with no sign of panic.
"You played me?"
He spoke in a deep tone, his gaze slightly cold.
"Why does Mr. Gong say that? Otherwise, maybe you could show mercy and let me go first! Then I can explain slowly!"
She spoke, unhurried.
He released his hand and pushed her onto the sofa.
Her petite figure swayed slightly on the sofa before settling down.
She picked up her bag, opened it, and took out a cigarette, tracing a circle on his chest with her bright red nails.
"Got a lighter?"
He reached out and snatched her cigarette, then crushed it into pieces in his palm.
