Master, Let's Have A Chat

Shen Qianshu suddenly took a few steps forward, held onto Ye Ling's collar, lifted him violently, and pressed him onto the car. "Master, let's have a chat."

The little white flower had suddenly transformed into a violent person. Ye Ling had not noticed it and was pressed onto the car by her.

Both of them faced each other, and Ye Ling's bloodshot eyes were filled with hostility.

"I don't like him," Shen Qianshu said one word at a time. "Did you listen properly? Whether it is you, or him, I don't like either."

"Shen Qianshu!" Ye Ling gave her a slap on her shoulder. Once again, he pushed her away roughly. "You… you actually dare…"