She's not inexperienced in dealing with men.
On the contrary, in Qingyuan County, she's dealt with all kinds of people, mostly men.
But no man has ever been like Song Guanchao.
She got drunk herself, and was taken advantage of.
All for the purpose of raising funds for cultural activities at work.
Yet he didn't give her any face or a way out.
But once the words were spoken, they were hard to take back.
Getting off the car, fine!
She grabbed the seatbelt, unable to unbuckle it for a long time: "What's wrong with this lousy car of yours!"
Song Guanchao reached over, pressed blindly, click, the seatbelt was undone.
Jiang Yiren's anger was about to erupt.
She flung off the seatbelt, pushed the car door open, stepped out in flat leather shoes, staggering forward, crying and wiping tears while cursing: "Bastard, this bastard!"
"Ah!"
