Song Qinghuan felt a sudden jolt in her head, as if a large stone had mercilessly struck it, causing her intense pain.
Staring at Shi Yuhuan, both her eyes and heart were filled with rage and unwillingness.
"Not willing?" Shi Yuhuan's icy voice lazily echoed.
Song Qinghuan turned her face away, not looking at him, and didn't respond at all, yet her clear eyes expressed that she was indeed very unwilling.
Shi Yuhuan didn't press her further, his gaze remained serene as he looked at her.
Then, he picked up the office phone and dialed Zhao Jingnan's number.
As the name "Manager Zhao" rang out, Song Qinghuan was greatly agitated. Her face alternates between being flushed and pale, almost reflexively, she reached and hung up the phone.
