"Ah ah ah!!!!"
Originally still venting, Nakajima Michika suddenly found her perspective shift, and before she knew it, her neck was being pinched and she was lifted off the ground.
Her limbs flailing wildly, she didn't remotely resemble the queen of the contemporary music scene.
Beichuan Si glanced at her,
"Miss Nakajima seems to always enjoy speaking such disheartening things."
"No, what I said was totally the truth..."
"Don't worry," Beichuan Si's delicate and stern face approached Nakajima Michika, his chilling gaze instantly quieting her, "This is my job, and I will definitely do it right."
I had never heard of such a job!
Nakajima Michika was throwing a tantrum like a toddler.
But in the hands of Beichuan Si, she was just like Sun Wukong unable to stir any trouble; after a series of futile resistance, Beichuan Si carried her out the door.
