Rong Shengsheng didn't want to explain anything; let Yu Jinqing scold her however he wanted. After all, she didn't care. She had worked many jobs to support her child, and because of her clumsiness, had been scolded by many people before.
She was already used to it.
The door of the private room creaked open. Yi Jiafei, looking tired and provocative, was fixing his hair lazily when he asked, "What happened here? Why did Young Master Yu suddenly get angry??"
Yu Jinqing hugged his arms in fury, his facial muscles taut, and his eyes sharp as knives, as if he wanted to skin someone alive.
"This shameless woman kept trying to throw herself into my arms, claiming her stomach hurt and asking me to take her to the hospital."
Yi Jiafei looked Rong Shengsheng over and immediately laughed. He had seen plenty of women throwing themselves at men. If she had been a bit better looking, he might have been interested.
Unfortunately, Rong Shengsheng was so ugly he didn't feel like making a move.
