Yue Tingfeng's expression sunk. He looked at Yan Qingsi from the corner of his eye and walked past her into the house. He told all the workers, "Get going. If you don't finish it by tomorrow noon, I'll cut your pay by half."
The workers continued working immediately after hearing his words. No one dared to dilly-dally anymore.
Yan Qingsi's face was morphing considerably. She gnashed her teeth and said, "Yue Tingfeng. Take your men away and get the f*ck out of here."
All he did was smirk. Being taller than Yan Qingsi, he looked coldly at her in contempt, as if to say, 'I'm staying put, let's see what you're gonna do about it?'
He looked elegantly noble, like a flower high up in the mountains.
Yan Qingsi knew, however, that deep inside, he was a f*cking shameless person.
She took out her cellphone from her bag and called management. "Hello, is this the management? There's a thief in my apartment. Come over immediately."