No Matter Whose Fault it is, Does it Really Matter? (1)

Lin Yi suddenly stopped when she was three feet away from Qin Zhi'ai. She pushed the young assistant forward, glared at Qin Zhi'ai, and asked aggressively, "Liang Doukou, is this your assistant?"

She pushed the young assistant forward extremely roughly. The young assistant stumbled forward a few steps, almost knocking herself into the wall in the process.

Luckily, Qin Zhi'ai had quick reflexes. She grabbed the young assistant's arm in time. After she made sure the young assistant was fine, she frowned and looked at Lin Yi. "What are you doing?"

"What am I doing? Liang Doukou, I should be the one asking you that. Or you should ask your assistant what she did." Lin Yi sneered at the young assistant behind Qin Zhi'ai.

The assistant seemed to be scared. She stood there in shock and shook her head, but couldn't say anything.