Outside the restaurant in the car, Ali laughed with her eyes curved: "Shen Qiang, you really are such a bastard. That pretty girl, you made her have an upset stomach, and even gave her tissues with chili extract. That's just too malicious."
"Luckily, that girl was smart enough not to take your tissues; otherwise, hahahaha, I'm suddenly looking forward to seeing her scream after using your tissues."
Watching Ali's smiling face, Shen Qiang wiped his forehead with a fine tissue, surprised: "You're mistaking me for Bianyi? I just wanted to teach her a lesson, but I think making her have an upset stomach all night is already enough."
Ali was stunned.
Meanwhile, Qian Shanxue, sitting in the car, said calmly: "Shen Qiang, do you really want to manage this matter?"
