Shi Che glared at Zheng Rourou fiercely, a chilling aura seemed to emit from his dark eyes, shooting directly towards her. His hands gradually tightened into fists, his eyes narrowed slightly, his voice was terrifyingly low, "Get out!"
Zheng Rourou was still shivering on the sofa, completely unresponsive, when Shi Che suddenly kicked the glass coffee table, "I told you to get out, did you hear me?"
The glass coffee table was kicked over in an instant, the glass shattered upon hitting the ground, creating a loud crashing noise. Finally, Zheng Rourou came to her senses. She did not dare to delay any longer, her limbs weak, she quickly ran towards the exit of the private room. Out of sheer fear, she tripped and fell hard but didn't even dare to cry out in pain. Covering her mouth, she stumbled and ran out.
