Seeing the scene in the private room, Zhang Xueqi's pretty face instantly turned deathly pale.
Just now, she had stepped out into the hallway to take a phone call, when suddenly someone wrapped an arm around her shoulder and shamelessly suggested they have a drink together, his hand unwelcome and roaming.
Zhang Xueqi didn't know the man at all, and even if she did, she wouldn't allow anyone to treat her with such disrespect.
So, without a moment's hesitation, she took the drink he offered and splashed it in his face.
The man's eyes stung from the alcohol, and he bellowed in pain, immediately slapping her across the face.
Zhang Xueqi took the opportunity when he was rubbing his eyes to run back to the private room.
Originally, Zhang Xueqi, without any significant background, had planned to just swallow her pride and let it go, but to her surprise, the man tracked her down anyway.