Sang Qian paid no attention to her sarcasm, continuing to look at her phone.
Su Miaotong, seeing herself ignored, recalled the embarrassment she had endured the previous night and instantly felt her anger flare up. She reached out to knock Sang Qian's phone away.
Quick to react, Sang Qian dodged and looked up, her gaze cold as she faced Su Miaotong, "What, wasn't last night's lesson enough?"
"You..." Su Miaotong raised her hand to strike Sang Qian.
Sang Qian abruptly stood up, the atmospheric pressure around her dropping sharply.
Confronting her icy gaze, Su Miaotong shivered subconsciously. Remembering this was her family's company and her turf, her confidence swiftly returned. She raised her head and glared at Sang Qian, "If you dare to lay a hand on me today, you might as well come in standing and leave carried out!"
Sang Qian lowered her gaze to brush off her impeccable clothes, "Look how scared you got. I merely stood up to straighten my clothes."
