An Ning asked righteously.
Feeling mortified, Dong Jing didn't dare to confront An Ning any longer. "I'm not like you, an artist who welcomes media exposure, I certainly don't. I came here today with good intentions, yet you targeted me like this. It seems I came here for nothing."
Having said that, Dong Jing turned to leave.
"Wait." An Ning called out.
Dong Jing stopped walking, clearly reluctant. "What else do you want?"
An Ning shoved the lunch box right into her chest. "Take your stuff and disappear."
"Ah..." Dong Jing screamed, quickly gathering her things. "My clothes!"
"If you don't leave, I'll dump this lunch box right on your head," An Ning threatened.
With her high heels, Dong Jing left in disgrace.
Watching her leave, An Ning finally released her grip from her waist. "Daring to seduce someone else's husband so openly, disgusting. And to think she's the daughter of a leader? What a disgrace to her family."
