Even though she wasn't pleased, Song Qinghuan forced a smile: "You're right, Boss Tan. I'm just a bit slow, and I apologize. I'll be right back, I need to use the restroom."
Boss Tan's face suddenly darkened. As Song Qinghuan tried to stand up, he grabbed the glass in front of him.
But instead of drinking, he threw it directly onto Song Qinghuan.
Song Qinghuan jumped, "Boss Tan, what are you doing?"
Boss Tan quickly put down the glass, took a napkin, and apologized, "I'm sorry, I slipped. Here, wipe yourself, are you okay?"
"No need!" Song Qinghuan slightly frowned. Just as she was about to stand up, Boss Tan pressed his hand on her shoulder, while the other slipped to her chest, attempting to unbutton her blouse: "Look, your clothes are all wet, you better take them off."
Song Qinghuan trembled with anger. She picked up a glass of red wine from the table and chucked it mercilessly at Boss Tan's face.
