Xia Jing caught up.
"Stop right there!"
Shen Qinghuan ignored her.
Xia Jing rushed over and tried to grab her hair.
Shen Qinghuan was prepared and dodged at the door. Xia Jing missed and fell forward.
"Bang..." Xia Jing's head hit the wall, and she screamed in pain: "Shen Qinghuan, how dare you hurt me!"
"Believe it or not, I'll let my brother kill you!" Xia Jing shouted fiercely.
This floor is full of private rooms. Except for serving food or being called by guests, no one dares to stay here for long.
Shen Qinghuan pointed at the camera above with a cold look in his eyes.
"Please have some sense. The camera is recording it. You fell on your own. What does it have to do with me?"
Xia Jing got up: "It's you who hurt me."
She wiped her forehead and felt a sharp pain, and a bump had appeared.
She still has to film when she returns to the capital, so this will definitely affect her.
Xia Jing didn't want to let Shen Qinghuan go, so she wanted to use her cell phone to make a call, but she found her cell phone inside, so she immediately rushed in to get it.
Shen Qinghuan would not stand here waiting for her, she just left.
When Xia Jing took out her cell phone, she was gone.
She immediately called Shen Yike and cried bitterly: "Wuwuwu...Brother, I...wuwu, I was bullied by the designer you mentioned, wuwu...it hurts..."
She cried miserably on the phone, and Shen Yike felt distressed and anxious.
"Xiao Jing, don't cry. Tell me slowly, what happened?"
Xia Jing exaggerated the story of how Shen Qinghuan had injured her, and even took a photo of her swollen and bruised forehead and sent it to him.
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