"Xiaojing, some people say that no matter how much you spoil me, you wouldn't joke around with JK International. Do you think so too?" Jian Qing looked at Zhang Tong with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, and asked softly.
When her gaze landed on Zhang Tong, a bad premonition rose in her heart.
There, Quan Jingwu put down the documents on his hand, the depths of his purple eyes darkening, "Who said that to you?"
"I'll tell you when I get back, answer my question first." Jian Qing responded.
"Anyone who dares to bully you, just hit them back. If something goes wrong, I'll be responsible. If you want to play with JK International, then play to your heart's content." The man's voice was low and domineering.
However, to some people, these words were like death sentences.
The veins at Song Xirou's temples burst, the bottom of her eyes gleaming with a cold light.
