Without too much demand, Qiao Xiaren's eyes flashed a cruel light.
She crouched down, pinching the man's chin, and poured a glass of red wine from the table down his throat.
Ye Jianian finally regained some consciousness, he painfully opened his eyes, only seeing a hazy blur in front of him. Xiaren slightly curved the corners of her lips as she released him to collapse onto the ground, desperately coughing.
"Have you woken up, Mr. Class Leader?"
Qiao Xiaren sat on the sofa, leaning back lightly, and motioned towards those men, "Madame Boss, you don't need me to teach you how to discipline him, do you?"
The woman hurriedly nodded, instructing the nightclub bodyguards to clean up. Those in this line of business didn't need too much direction.
"Ye Jianian, enjoy yourself."
After covering the room's door, Qiao Xiaren lightly curled the corners of her lips and casually left.