Jesse Rowan was stunned for a moment.
He didn't expect to be slapped by Joan Harry again.
This was the second time.
Jesse Rowan was really upset.
He touched his face, looking quite wronged: "It kind of hurts."
Although he said this, his actions were not at all relaxed.
Mr. Rowan disdains getting angry with women, especially beautiful women.
A slap, no big deal.
"Let me out of the car," Joan Harry looked at him coldly.
"The driver's car isn't something you can just get out of whenever you want," Jesse Rowan restrained her with one hand, while touching his face with the other; it actually did hurt a bit.
"Jesse Rowan, can't a scumbag like you just go die?"
"Craving death?" Mr. Rowan laughed benignly.
"..." Joan Harry was not good at dealing with such men, whether during her school days or at work, she had never encountered such people.
Her circle was pure and simple.
She didn't hit people, nor did she curse. Even when bullied, she couldn't utter a single swear word.
