Zhao Jiayuan Was Stirring up Trouble

This sentence woke Lu Qian up. He grabbed Wong Huacheng's suit and tie and pulled him in front of him.

"This is between us. I only know that you have hurt her, so you have to pay with your blood. "

Ten times, a hundred times, the price is waiting for you. Wong Huacheng, I don't believe you have the ability to not disappear.

Wong Huacheng's throat was choked so hard that he couldn't breathe. He opened his mouth and breathed heavily. Both of his hands were struggling and scratching.

When he saw that the person in front of him had rolled his eyes, Lu Qian threw him aside in disgust. He took out a tissue from the table and wiped his hands.

"Get lost. There's no need to plead. It's all useless. "

Zhao Jiayuan was hiding outside the office door. Through the crack of the door, she observed the movement. When she saw Wong Huacheng being carried out, the hatred in her eyes became even more obvious.