Qiao Mo frowned. No one carries that much cash around; this man was clearly making things difficult for her.
"I'll make a call to have someone bring the money over," Qiao Mo spoke again.
"I don't have time to wait for you." Sun Yuhao's eyes roamed over Qiao Mo's small face, lifting a hand to shove a wine glass to her lips, beginning to pour the liquid down her throat.
Her face was so tender and smooth, the delicate sensation under his touch made his heart flutter, feeling as if he was caressing a fine piece of jade, and he couldn't resist touching it again.
"Mmm...!" Qiao Mo struggled to turn her head aside, but quite a bit of liquid from the wine glass still spilled, rushing to her lips.
Qiao Mo raised her hand and slapped him hard, the 'smack' echoing loudly in the quiet private room.
Sun Yuhao was unguarded, and the wine glass in his hand crashed to the ground with a 'bang'.
Qiao Mo stepped back a few paces, watching him warily.
