"Miss Ye, we know we're wrong, please, spare us, it's just a matter of your words."
Chen Chuan looked at the girl in front of him. Her face was as sweet and innocent as when they first met, but this sweetness and innocence were just the Devil's disguise.
"Baby, should I spare them or not?"
Ye Xiao looked at Qiao Si beside her. Her voice was soft and a bit coy, seeming so pure and clean.
"Spare them? Your hand is in mine right now, can you even lift it?"
Qiao Si looked coldly at Chen Chuan and Wu Xizi. How amusing it was for them to bully his girlfriend and then ask for mercy.
"Director Chen, you see, I really can't lift my hand. My baby won't let me."
Ye Xiao put on a deliberately helpless look.
"Miss Ye, President Qiao, please don't push us to a dead end."
Chen Chuan no longer had the demeanor of an international director; he didn't want his directing career to end here.
