Teach the Pig Head San a Lesson

"Hahaha, let's drink and listen to Sister Zhaozhao."

Qian Jin immediately poured himself another glass of wine but did not take away the hand of a salted pig that was placed on Shen Weiyang's thigh.

Leng Huaijin's gaze fell far away. He frowned slightly. This kind of feeling was like seeing Ye Zhaozhao hug Ye Fusu that day. It made him feel uncomfortable all over.

Shen Weiyang was already thinking about how to kill this pig head San.

Although she had her own goal, she would not let this kind of rotten person bully her.

"Zhaozhao ah, I heard that you have dancing skills. How about you help us dance?"

When Director Qian's hand was about to reach up and Shen Weiyang directly avoided it, his gaze slightly restrained and he directly asked her to dance.

That salted pig's hand directly rested on her shoulder and wanted to tear off her coat.

She was wearing a loose casual wear outside. Inside, she was wearing a short skirt with suspenders.