Jing Qian was dancing intimately with a man.
Tang Wu walked over and dragged him out of the bar.
"Hey, Sister Wuwu, be gentler. You're hurting my arm," Jing Qian said coyly.
Tang Wu pulled Jing Qian into the car and glanced at her. "Talk normally."
Jing Qian rubbed her neck and fastened her seatbelt. "Isn't there still two hours before boarding?"
Tang Wu glared at Jing Qian with a dark expression. "With your careless attitude, you still want to be popular in the industry? People have to prepare for the Milan Fashion Week for a long time, but you went to the bar to dance with someone?"
Jing Qian hugged Tang Wu's arm and laughed wildly. "Oh, I'm almost bored from the closed-door dance practice recently. I came out to take a breather. Sister Wuwu, don't scold me!"
Jing Qian blinked at Tang Wu.
Tang Wu said, "Take off your makeup."
Although Jing Qian was playful and rebellious, she still listened to Tang Wu.
