"Ahem..." Mao Beibei cleared her throat softly, the best plan was to slip away!
"Since you're alright, I'm going to sleep now, goodnight Mr. Rong!" she blurted out quickly, trying to retract her head and close the door.
She moved fast, but Rong Yan was faster.
He suddenly reached out, grabbed the doorknob, and gently pulled the door outward.
"Ah!" Mao Beibei cried out in pain, "My head..."
Rong Yan, however, didn't let go, "Phone!"
Mao Beibei's chin hit the door, the pain bringing tears to her eyes, which circled around desperately. The back of her head also throbbed, the pain was just excruciating!
"Rong Yan, if I have any intellectual issues in the future, it will be your fault!"
Rong Yan: "..."
After a long silence, he threw out a bone-chilling statement, "There's something wrong with your IQ already."
"I...you..." Mao Beibei was so angry she could die, but with her head stuck in the door, she was helpless and could only glare at him, cursing his ancestors in her mind.