Zhou Qing gritted her teeth and glared at Yan Xi, pouncing at her, ready to grab her hair.
Yan Xi nimbly dodged it and walked to her back. One of her hands passed through her hair and yanked violently.
In an instant, Zhou Qing looked twisted because of the pain on her scalp. She spoke in a great fury, "Let go of me! B*tch, let go of me!"
Before she could finish speaking, Yan Xi tightened her grip.
Her lips curled up and she whispered into Zhou Qing's ear, "I can let you go, but you have to go back and apologize to Secretary Wang."
"What right does a little secretary have to receive my apology?"
"Miss Zhou, you probably don't understand the situation." Yan Xi chuckled. "I'm not begging you now, but you're begging me. Don't force me to do things my way."
Yan Xi grabbed Zhou Qing's hair and pressed her head against the coffee machine.
