Sang Qian immediately released Chen Bing and turned to walk toward the elevator. She hadn't gone far when a large hand grasped her wrist.
She turned around to find Song Shijing's grim face. She smiled and said, "President Song, I'm going home. Why are you pulling me?"
"Dare to scheme against me?"
Sang Qian continued to feign ignorance, "What is President Song talking about, I..."
Song Shijing forcefully pulled Sang Qian's hand and pinned her against the nearby wall, her voice stopping abruptly because of this sudden action.
"Who gave you the guts?"
Sang Qian felt her wrist might be crushed by Song Shijing's grip, she frowned and said, "President Song, you're hurting me."
Qiao Leling came running out from the entrance of room 1209.
Chen Bing promptly walked over, "Miss Qiao, please go inside. You can rest here tonight."
Qiao Leling looked concerned, "But Sang Qian, she..."
