Qiao En turned her head aside.
Ding Hao reeked of alcohol, and she didn't want to argue with a drunkard.
"I'm going back to the office now, if there's anything else, we can talk when you're sober."
She bent down, trying to get around Ding Hao's arm, but he moved and grabbed Qiao En by the neck.
"Don't move, otherwise, I don't know what I might do."
He said menacingly.
Qiao En looked up and gazed at Ding Hao coldly.
A hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes.
"This place is crowded, why don't we find a spot to sit down and talk properly?"
Qiao En didn't want to anger Ding Hao, but at the same time, she needed to protect herself.
However, Ding Hao didn't respond.
"Let's talk here, what are you afraid of?"
"Can you let go? I'm really uncomfortable."
Throughout, Qiao En was neither servile nor overbearing, neither startled nor afraid, she calmly looked at Ding Hao and spoke to him kindly.
He let go of his hand.