Su Jingting Raises His Hand and Punches

After dealing with Rui Yu, he had to deal with the Mediterranean.

Mr. Zhu smiled and sat beside Xia Yishan. Xia Yishan and Rui Yu moved to the other side.

Xia Yishan was sweating profusely.

What should he do? Should he pour all the wine bottles and glasses into the Mediterranean Sea to fill it up?

But if she did that, being fired from the production team was a small matter…

It was a big deal if Su Jingting saw it!

She dared to slap Ye Yiyi twice right under Su Jingting's nose. Although Su Jingting didn't know about it, she couldn't help but feel guilty.

If she were to beat up the bald man in front of Su Jingting now, wouldn't it ruin her image as a lady in front of Su Jingting?

She didn't want it!

Sob, sob, sob, sob, she was just a little girl in front of him. She was not violent, not fujoshi, not domineering.

President Zhu chuckled. He wasn't annoyed by Xia Yishan's behavior of avoiding him.

Women always wanted to welcome him but refused.