Duan Wenhu wouldn't listen. She grabbed Qingyue's short hair in one swift motion.
Because Qingyue was an artist, he usually kept his hair slightly longer than the average man's to make styling easier. Duan Wenhu didn't need much effort to seize a handful of Qingyue's hair.
The pain of his scalp being yanked forced Qingyue to stand up under Duan Wenhu's grip.
Holding onto Qingyue's hair, Duan Wenhu glared at Sang Ning and said, "Sang Ning, are you still holding a grudge over what happened before? Fine, I'll admit that I indulged Qingyue back then, wanting to ruin your reputation just to make him happy. But wasn't it all in vain later? I went through so much trouble hiring those people, and they couldn't even lay a finger on you. Not a single hair of yours was touched! Instead, Qingyue ended up being beaten into a pig's head by you. You didn't suffer any harm, yet now, you're acting so aggressive. Isn't that a bit unreasonable?"
