Qin Manxiang's eyes bulged as she furiously spat out the sandy roast chicken from her mouth, struggling desperately under Shen Yanhe's grip. "Let me go! Shen Yanhe, you bitch! How dare you hit me! I'll have my dad ban you! I won't let you off!"
What a joke!
This chicken was already dirty from being stepped on! And it was covered with so much sand!
She would rather die than eat it!
Shen Yanhe easily restrained her, looking down at the spit-out roast chicken, and then stuffed it back into her mouth, "Sorry, I'm not in the entertainment industry, you can ban me all you want."
"When you eat all this roast chicken, that's when I'll let you go."
For someone like Qin Manxiang, who was coddled by her family and often acted recklessly, her physical struggle hardly counted as anything to Shen Yanhe.
Qin Manxiang glared fiercely, opening her mouth again intending to spit.
As soon as she opened her mouth, Shen Yanhe pinched it shut forcefully.
