Tang Yan's eyes were filled with danger, pressing Jin Mo directly against the wall behind her, his body leaning in aggressively, with an unmistakable predatory gleam in his gaze.
"Is this how you treat a client?"
Jin Mo felt the air around her thinning, Tang Yan's breath circling her nose, and gradually she dared not breathe, as if each inhalation carried his enticing scent.
This man was simply too domineering. All she did was speak a sentence without a smile, with a cold voice, and she was pinned against the wall.
Jin Mo began to struggle, not expecting that the door behind her would suddenly make a sound.
The position the two of them were in was embarrassingly intimate. Jin Mo glared at him fiercely, "Let go! What do you think you're doing?"
Tang Yan let out a cold laugh and released her, as if to suggest that Jin Mo was being overly sensitive.
Her face flushed red, she opened the door to find others already waiting, sent to check if Tang Yan was all right.
