"Nan Jiaojiao, how dare you throw something at me!"
Su Xinying's temper as a rich girl suddenly exploded. At this time, the colleagues hadn't left work yet, and Nan Jiaojiao had actually gone easy on her. It couldn't possibly have hurt, but she screamed in a way that caught everyone's attention.
She felt embarrassed and rushed over to grab Nan Jiaojiao's hair, cursing, "Who do you think you are? How dare you lay a hand on me? Do you even know what you are?"
Nan Jiaojiao defended herself at first, but Su Xinying's words were too vulgar. Deliberately, Nan Jiaojiao slapped Su Xinying across the face.
The slap stunned Su Xinying. She covered her face for several seconds, keeping her head turned, and glared back fiercely, her eyes red, "Nan Jiaojiao! You bitch!"
"What are you yelling about?"
Nan Jiaojiao stood up, pressing her lips together, her eyes clear and cold, "I told you to wait a moment. You didn't hear it yourself."
