"Not talking?"
She applied a bit more force, and her sharp high heel seemed about to pierce through his chest, making Liu Lun scream like a pig being slaughtered.
"F***ing b**ch, how dare you lay a hand on me!"
She pressed her foot down even harder, as if trying to stab a hole straight through him. Liu Lun couldn't take it anymore and quickly begged for mercy:
"I'll talk, it's one of the consuls here."
A consul? That must be Lin Ran. Thinking it over, it could only be her. So after letting her go, she now pulls a stunt like this?
Fine, very fine!
The door suddenly slammed open as two people rushed in—it turned out to be the man's lackeys. He instantly went berserk, shouting:
"What are you idiots standing around for? Grab this foul wench for me!"
The two lackeys immediately lunged at her. Even though Qin Miaomiao knew karate, going up against two grown men wasn't to her advantage.
