The more her assistant whimpered and looked pitiful, the more she felt like slapping her again to teach her a lesson.
Qiao Mianmian that wrench, all she knew to do was also to act pitiful all day to get guys' sympathy.
"You were afraid to distract me?" Qiao Anxin's expression darkened as she walked towards her assistant. Looking at her fair and chubby face, she pinched down hard on her assistant's face. Venting all her anger, she dug her long nails into her skin. "You just hope for me to fail and get destroyed, don't you? I know you're celebrating deep down."
Her nails pierced her flesh and created a fresh and red cut on her face.
"Sister Anxin, I wouldn't dare to." The assistant was too afraid to talk back, her whole body shaking from the fear with tears of pain rolling down her face.
"You don't dare to? I bet you actually dare to!
