Qin Yiren raised her little face and glared at the balding uncle, then casually picked up the teacup on the table and splashed it on him without a word!
She could ignore the opponent's sarcastic jabs aimed at her, but Bo Jinghang was here because of her, so why should he be humiliated like this?
"You...!"
The balding uncle felt a chill on his body, looked at Qin Yiren's empty teacup in her hand, and then looked down at his trousers which were dripping with water.
Because he was standing there shouting at Bo Jinghang, while Qin Yiren was sitting, the water splashed onto a very embarrassing spot, almost as if he had wet his pants.
Seeing the veins pop on the balding uncle's forehead, Qin Yiren calmly retorted, "Manager Chen, according to you, this is the business field, you disdain a woman's tricks yet seem to enjoy personal attacks."
"Woman, I tolerate you to give President Chu face, you're just a prettier plaything, a fox borrowing a tiger's might in front of me—"
