He actually regarded himself as that kind of woman!
Qiao Yushan was furious beyond measure, without the slightest politeness, she splashed the red wine in her hand directly onto Yang Rong's face, "Despicable!"
"Ah!" Yang Rong shouted loudly, his face full of anger, he wiped his face with his hand, and suddenly became furious, "What are you doing!"
"Get out of here, you're really shameless!" Qiao Yushan's face turned red with anger, wishing she could slap him, such a hypocritical moral facade, truly disgusting!
Yang Rong, even more infuriated and ashamed, was scolded publicly by Qiao Yushan, attracting quite a few onlookers.
A big shot like him, scolded as shameless by the president of a small company? Where could he put his face?
"What nerve you have to talk to me like this!" Yang Rong also roared, his face flushed with anger, "A whore still trying to erect a shrine of chastity!"
Yang Rong's words were even more venomous, paying no attention to the setting they were in.