"Sister Ling Wei, I'm really sorry. I'm really crazy! It must have hurt a lot when I pulled your hair just now! Why don't you pull mine too?! Pull it hard! Here, pull my hair… pull hard, don't stand on ceremony! If that's not what you want, you can hit me! You can hit me to vent your anger! Use this to hit me!"
As Mu Huan spoke, she picked up the ashtray on the table and asked Ling Wei to hit her with it!
Ling Wei: "…"
The senior management staff of the Ling Group, who had initially gathered around to say something about Mu Huan and even wanted to make a move, looked at this delicate and young lady who was so pitiful. She was apologizing seriously. In this way, no one could do anything to her. They didn't even have the face to say anything about her.
And as for Ling Wei, in front of so many people, it was impossible for her to even pull Mu Huan's hair, let alone throw an ashtray at her.
