Ye Jiao propped herself against the elevator's metal wall, and she saw Fang-jie desperately pressing on Gu Qian's shoulders. She hastily said, "Fang-jie, let it go, I'm fine, don't make it hard for her."
Gu Qian's shoulders were in pain, and she had never suffered such humiliation before.
Over the years, she had been well protected by Mo Beichen, usually strutting everywhere she went, but just now, upon hearing the words "future Mrs. Mo," she seemed to realize for the first time that one day Mo Beichen would also take a wife, if not her then someone else.
And the woman before her, with straight legs and a beautiful appearance, was she the one chosen by Mo Beichen? So her agent could act so arrogantly and imperiously, not taking her seriously at all?
Her heart ached sharply, and without being careful, she was indeed pressed to the ground by Fang-jie. Fang-jie, still not appeased, twisted Gu Qian hard a few times, scolding, "I told you to apologize, are you deaf and can't hear?"
