What do you mean by this?

Cong Xin didn't say anything and let him scold her, but she was used to it anyway.

"Don't think that if I'm not afraid of boiling water for this dead pig, I can't do anything to you. Did you hear that?" Song Jingxing kicked her shoes.

"I heard it." Cong Xin moved away, saw a person in the aisle getting up and leaving, and hurriedly ran over and sat down.

"Come back." Song Jingxing had a gloomy face.

Cong Xin shook her head.

The man who left came back and saw that his position was occupied, he was not angry, but he was also overjoyed. He looked at Song Jingxing extremely shyly, and gradually walked towards Cong Xin's original position.

"Come back quickly." Song Jingxing gritted his teeth.

"Then..." Cong Xin bargained.

The four words "I didn't say it." were almost squeezed out of Song Jingxing's mouth.

Congxin then sat back. The female artist looked at Song Jingxing resentfully and returned to her seat in annoyance.

Song Jingxing's eyes were about to eat people.

Cong Xin smiled, sat down tremblingly, not daring to confirm, and acted as if she could escape at any time.

Although she was sure that Song Jingxing didn't dare to do anything to her on the plane, no one could guarantee that he would not have any unexpected actions when he was angry.

After she sat down, Song Jingxing suddenly said, "Half of his salary this month is deducted."

Cong Xin was stunned, "Why?"
Chapter completed!