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"Sis, Jiang Mian is really too cheap, liking that post and having her fans cyber-bully you."
He Qianyi looked at herself in the mirror and smoothed her hair, "What does she count for, with fans? Those are just people who find her variety show interesting and follow her. They’re practically akin to passing zombies."
"Just look at that seductive appearance of hers; no wonder all those old n like to watch her."
She suddenly thought of sothing and ntioned casually, "The matter with Yu Xinting didn’t lead back to us, did it?"
"Sis, don’t worry, they’ve all turned their attention to the previous company, and our side is safe; they can’t trace it back to us. Those marketing accounts were also handled very cleanly," her assistant assured her.
He Qianyi smiled in the mirror, "That’s good. It’s just a pity we couldn’t take her down with this. Otherwise, I could have taken her place in the variety show."
She washed her hands, saying nonchalantly, "Well, there’s always another day."
"Whoosh!"
The sound of flushing ca from the next stall.
The conversation between He Qianyi and her assistant ca to an abrupt halt.
The next mont, the bright and glaring face was reflected in the mirror.
He Qianyi, quick to react, greeted her with a pleasing smile, "I didn’t expect to run into Teacher Jiang here as well. It must feel very comfortable to beco instantly famous."
Jiang Mian seed not to have heard her at all, nonchalantly washing her pretty hands.
Then she took a piece of tissue, wiped the water drops off her fingertips, and casually threw the tissue into the nearby trash can.
Seeing that Jiang Mian wasn’t speaking, He Qianyi thought she didn’t dare stir up any more trouble given the current storm she was in, and her red lips spread into an even wilder smile, "Teacher Jiang, why are you so quiet today? You were quite talkative at the scene just now."
Jiang Mian sashayed to the door, and just as He Qianyi thought she was about to escape, with a smug smile curving her lips,
"Bang!"
The door of the bathroom was slamd shut, and slender fingers quickly turned the lock.
Decisive and without hesitation.
He Qianyi and her assistant’s expressions froze.
She gripped the edge of the sink with her fingertips, trying to remain composed, "Jiang Mian! I’m telling you, this is an awards ceremony; you can’t ss around like this. I can call the police on you for behaving this way."
Jiang Mian’s delicate eyebrows rose slightly as she grabbed He Qianyi’s wrist with one hand and pressed her back against the sink.
Her lips curved slightly as she spoke unhurriedly, "With your mind so filthy, don’t you think it needs a good rinse with water?"
"Jiang Mian! You’re insane! Let go of !!"
Jiang Mian’s wrists were slender, but she was well trained in close combat from a young age and completely overpowered He Qianyi.
She chuckled, "Hmm? Keep yelling, and watch out if the faucet doesn’t see and the water starts pouring. What then?"
Jiang Mian’s light tone, each sentence as if carried with a blade, made He Qianyi tremble uncontrollably.
If the water were to start running, her hair would be soaked, not to ntion her makeup – it would be utterly embarrassing.
"Yiyi sis, I’m just going to..."
The assistant couldn’t finish her sentence before Jiang Mian cut her off with a glance.
"Little sister, if you leave, who knows what might happen to your Yiyi sis."
The assistant, new to the job and terrified by the standoff, stood still, not daring to move.
"Jiang Mian! What on earth do you want! Let go now, or you’ll regret it."
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Threatening ?
Jiang Mian sneered coldly, her smile bright and brash, as her pale fingers lightly traced He Qianyi’s cheek, sending a chilling sensation straight to her brain.
The assistant, who had never seen anything like it, burst into tears and started screaming, "Help!!!"
"Sobody co quick!!"
"Help!!"
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