Li Qingyan was dragged out forcefully and couldn't utter a word to stop them, restlessly pacing outside the door.
Sang Qiao went to the door and locked it, which made the investor's smile even more lecherous, "Although these chairs are sofas, they are still too small, so today you'll be a bit uncomfortable."
After finishing his words, he reached out to touch Sang Qiao.
Sang Qiao was faster; she grabbed his large palm and with a beautiful shoulder throw, she slammed him on the ground, making the investor scream in pain, "Ah—"
"What… what are you doing?"
"I'm just playing with you." Sang Qiao innocently blinked and kicked him a few times.
"Ah, ah, ah… Are you crazy? Don't you want the role anymore? Aren't you afraid of my revenge?" the investor yelled threateningly, eyes wide.
While talking, Sang Qiao slapped him twice more, her actions severe yet her voice sweet, "I am afraid."
