Nana pointed a finger at her. "Then, what are you? This is the set, not a place for you to throw a tantrum. Mianmian isn't a vixen, you're the vixen."
The woman in pink was also a rich girl.
She was like a high school gangster.
How could she tolerate Nana scolding her like this?
Her expression changed as she reached out to slap Nana.
However, her hand was grabbed by someone.
Qiao Mianmian walked out from behind Nana.
The woman in pink's face scrunched up in pain as she struggled to free her hand.
"Ah, it hurts. B*tch, let go!"
She struggled even harder when she saw who it was.
Qiao Mianmian sneered. After struggling for a while and seeing that she was crying from the pain, she let her off.
The woman staggered two steps back and almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, Shangguan Qing held her.
