Ji Wenxu stood still, looking over and faintly hearing Nie Rujun's extremely angry voice saying something, but it was ignored.
She actually dared to raise her voice at her "sugar daddy." Was this what people called willful indulgence?
With the sharpness of a reporter, Ji Wenxu sensed that something was amiss. Without time to think further, he was summoned into the company by his boss's phone call.
At this moment, inside the Bentley.
Nie Rujun struggled fiercely to break free from Fan Ju's grasp. He looked at her with a ferocious gaze as if he wanted to devour her.
Having finally broken free, she saw that her wrist was red from his grip and couldn't help feeling angry:
"My hand isn't made of wood, why are you gripping so hard? Can't we have a proper conversation without resorting to violence?"
Fan Ju's fingers clenched tighter: "Tell me, what were you and Ji Wenxu doing just now?"
Nie Rujun instinctively wanted to retort, but Fan Ju didn't give her the chance.
