Lu Ming could say whatever he wanted; Qiao Yi didn't care. Instead of wasting time trying to play the hero verbally with him, she'd rather get a good beauty sleep.
"Qiao Yi! Right now, immediately, instantly! Cancel the contract!"
Lu Ming talked on and on, completely ignored by Qiao Yi. Seeing her expression growing more and more impatient, Lu Ming utterly lost his rationality and reached out to grab Qiao Yi.
Qiao Yi's toes slipped on the ground, and both she and the chair slid backwards, just avoiding Lu Ming's hand.
"What? Are you infuriated? Or planning to kill me to silence me?"
"Lu Ming, today I'll put it straight— if you dare to mess around here, you'll have to pay back a hundred, a thousand times over on the project!"
Qiao Yi stood up, brushed away the hand Lu Ming had extended, and pressed him down onto the office desk.
