Qin Shuang saw that Song Wanqiu looked pale and quickly picked up the cellphone from the ground to her ear.
"Ah! I was wrong! I won't dare again! Miss Song, save me!"
"Miss Song, save me! Otherwise, I won't let you go even as a ghost!"
The pitiful screams of a few men were unsettling, and Qin Shuang hurriedly turned off the phone.
She rubbed her temples and said, "That voice seems to be..."
Song Wanqiu said weakly, "The director and those three hoodlums... Third Young Master knows about it now!"
"Calm down."
Qin Shuang tried to soothe Song Wanqiu but was pushed away by her.
Song Wanqiu could no longer maintain her gentle and elegant demeanor and paced through the living room like a furious madman.
"How can I calm down? Third Young Master tells me to endure! How can I endure?"
Worried that others would see Song Wanqiu in this state, Qin Shuang quickly got up to close the door to the living room and then sat Song Wanqiu down.