"Manager, I really can't drink!"
By this point, Zhang Lianyi's voice was already laced with sobs. "I'll apologize to you right now! Please forgive me!"
"Hey, what kind of apology is sincere?"
The manager's voice was filled with smugness, "Unless you let me touch..."
Hearing this, Qin Hao could no longer contain himself.
He pushed open the door, seeing the middle-aged man reaching his filthy fingers toward Zhang Lianyi's chest.
"Who are you! How did you get in here!"
The middle-aged man, startled by the sudden intruder, shouted in surprise.
He remembered that the door was locked.
Besides, this was an iron door! How could it be easily broken?
"Do you want to break your own hand, or should I do it for you?"
For people he despised, Qin Hao always spoke little.
"What?"
The manager was silent for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Hahaha, young man, did a mule kick your head?"
Qin Hao's expression remained indifferent, "So you've chosen to let me do it."
