"Ugh, even if I don't reward you, tell me, does it piss you off, does it annoy you?" Once he had said this, Wang Jie immediately burst into laughter, glee written all over his smug face, looking like an absolute jerk.
Zhao Qian clenched her teeth and balled her fists, rage flaring within her. Flames seemed to have already ignited atop her head. She helplessly slapped the door hard, to no avail.
The next second, Zhao Qian stomped away fuming, "Stinky Wang Jie, just you wait, this lady will definitely get you."
After she left, with a slight lift of her calf and a face full of disdain, Zhao Qian didn't believe for a moment that Wang Jie could resist.
Meanwhile, inside the room, Wang Jie—who had secured the door—comfortably laid on the bed without any pressure or burdens, not believing that Zhao Qian would dare to barge through his door.