"Get lost." He Maojie disgustingly shook off her hand. "You're courting death! This is Ms. Zhao Qin, and you're lucky she hasn't beaten you to death. Hurry up and apologize to Ms. Zhao."
Pan Jingjing wanted to split the earth apart with her glare. She had been beaten, why should she apologize?
Zhao Qin patted the shoulders of the two little girls and laughed cunningly, "Do you know who these friends of your girlfriend who made a scene are?"
He Maojie felt a chill down his back and sensed something wrong.
Staring at the two little girls, he suddenly recognized them. Weren't they the two girls who followed that woman in the elevator?
He hated Pan Jingjing even more. She had not only offended Ms. Zhao Qin but also his goddess.
"They are the sisters of Ms. Zhu." Zhao Qin liked to enjoy the shock and regret on the other party's face; Zhu Mingjing was much more famous than her, so using her name was more intimidating.
