Moh Shiche's pupils suddenly constricted upon hearing her words, as if he had sensed her anger and care. He nervously looked down at her. "You admit you pushed her. Now tell me, why did you push her."
Why?
Luo Qiangwei found it amusing. "No reason, really. I just didn't like the look of her and pushed, kind of like this—"
As she spoke, she suddenly raised her foot, her high heel coming down directly on his leather shoe!
Moh Shiche's handsome face slightly contorted in pain. Luo Qiangwei took the opportunity to shove him away and escaped from his possessive embrace. Her smile was measured. "I've finished demonstrating. Now, President Moh should understand why, right?"
Moh Shiche's face turned icy, and he moved to pull her back into his arms, but he was interrupted by the hotel manager at his side. "Mr. Moh, Miss Xia has been rescued…"
The man was expressionless. "So?"