It’s scary just thinking about it. If Jiang Xiaorou’s face is really disfigured by him, this bar might not be able to continue operating and face bankruptcy at any moment.
"She?" Jiang Xiaorou's gaze fell heavily on Fan Tingting. She smiled slightly, which made Fan Tingting feel creepy all over.
Someone who could be respected like this by Yan Mu must be a big shot. And Yan Mu called Jiang Xiaorou "President Jiang", could she be the big boss of some company?
It’s over, it’s over. Fan Tingting felt that she was really finished today. Her heart tightened and she was so scared that she couldn’t speak.
Bang!
The door was suddenly closed.
Fan Tingting's legs went limp at the sound of the voice, and she immediately knelt in front of Jiang Xiaorou. She was so arrogant just now, but now she was like an ant. Jiang Xiaorou could kill her with just one finger.
"I'm sorry!" Fan Tingting was so scared that she choked.
Apologize?
The sudden apology came like a tornado, so fast!
"Oh, but no one forced you. Besides, didn't you refuse to apologize in the restaurant? This sorry makes me feel that your dignity is so cheap." Jiang Xiaorou squatted in front of Fan Tingting with a smile, poking her chin with her finger.
"Don't mention it, you're quite pretty. Xu Feng just said you have a nice figure and are considered a beauty. But you're a bit vicious. It would be a disaster to let you enter the entertainment industry. I look at your face - why not just forget it!"
Jiang Xiaorou spoke lightly, but her words were full of threats.
"Please, please, don't, don't put me in the frying pan." Fan Tingting knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Jiang Xiaorou.
Her hands were already ruined, and if her face was ruined too, her life would really be over. She didn't want this to happen. She regretted offending Jiang Xiaorou so much, and now there was no other way except to apologize.
"I didn't say I would throw you into the frying pan, but you asked for it yourself. If I don't satisfy you, it seems a bit unkind. Yan Mu, what do you think?" Jiang Xiaorou turned her head and kicked the ball to Yan Mu.
"Ah - Mr. Jiang, are you asking what I think?" Yan Mu didn't know how to respond.
Of course, his opinion is not important. All he has to do is follow Jiang Xiaorou's wishes. This is the right thing to do.
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