"Dong Jingjing?" Han Qingshan looked at the woman to check if she was lying, but then a brilliant smile spread across his lips. "So it is the young miss of the Dong family. From the weakest tier of noble families, and you still dare to act so atrociously towards my female companion by pulling her hair?"
Dong Jingjing was stunned when she realized what she had done. She had not actually considered it before; she had just been tempted by Yu Xiulan when she said that Jiang Yingyue used a wig and that she would be immensely embarrassed if someone saw it.
Now she realized that there was no way that Han Qingshan was going to let her go, and her face turned pale as she started trembling. There was a chance that she had even caused her family to be damned by her reckless behavior.
Han Qingshan gave her a long glance, "How long are you planning on holding onto her hair?" he asked icily, and she let go as if she had touched scalding iron.
