I shook off her hand in frustration. But she held on tighter like she was stalling for time. I lowered my voice. "Jane, don't make me slap you in public," I said.
Jane put on a pitiful face, but her words were still vicious. "Go ahead and hit me. Let's see if you have the guts," she said.
I gritted my teeth and raised my hand. I was ready to slap her, but then I saw a sly smile on her lips.
I stopped suddenly, suspicion rising in my mind. It seemed like she was trying to provoke me on purpose.
I looked around but didn't notice anything unusual.
Jane seemed to sense my hesitation and pulled my hand, sitting down on the ground.
I realized too late that I had fallen into her trap.
My phone rang again. The assistant urged me to come to the office quickly. I didn't have time to think. I grabbed Jane and drove to the office.
"It's better to keep her from causing more trouble while I'm busy."
As soon as I got to the office and understood the situation, I locked Jane in an office and immediately started a live stream.
As expected, the comments were full of insults.
"The streamer is heartless. Her whole family should die for selling poor quality cosmetics."