"What are you going to do?"
Liu Xuehong felt a sense of crisis when Qin Hao approached her. Qin Hao's cold gaze made her feel as if she was in an ice cellar. Yet she still held her head high, maintaining her swan-like pride.
"I find you quite cheap."
At this moment, Qin Hao snorted coldly and said, "For those who refuse a toast, there is only one outcome."
As soon as Qin Hao finished speaking, he grabbed Liu Xuehong by the hair with one hand, turned around, and dragged her toward the door!
"Ah, ah, ah... Let me go! Let me go!"
Liu Xuehong screamed in pain from the pulling of her hair, shouting angrily, but it was to no avail.
When they reached the villa's entrance, Qin Hao swung his hand and tossed Liu Xuehong out like garbage, then disdainfully clapped his hands as if he found her dirty!
"You...you! You're asking for death!!"