"Who was it that just said Zhong Yuanliang was cheap?" Number Four asked with a darkened face.
The remaining two said through gritted teeth, "Number Three!"
"Shameless!"
"Degenerate!"
"Lowly!"
In front of Song Yuwei's company, Song Yuwei looked at Qin Han with eyes full of distress, her gaze also carrying a hint of worry, and she softly said, "How did you end up being cursed at by so many people?"
"They're just keyboard warriors, it's nothing, I didn't care at all," Qin Han said with a smile and a wave of his hand.
"How was the company today?" Qin Han asked as he wrapped his arm around Song Yuwei's waist, speaking softly.
"Exhausting!" Feeling Qin Han's tenderness, Song Yuwei immediately took off her strong woman mask and pouted childishly.
