Wen Ze snatched her press pass. When he saw the name on it, his eyes narrowed in displeasure. He slipped it into his pocket, took out his phone, and called his superiors.
"This reporter is a rookie. Send someone else!"
Furious at his words, Shanshan lunged at him and bit his arm.
"You bastard! Give me back my press pass!"
Her bite barely tickled. Wen Ze shook his arm, but when he couldn't shake her off, he pushed her away with the hand holding his phone.
"Stop it!"
Shanshan was on the verge of angry tears again. She kicked him. "Give me back my press pass! You thug! You have no class!"
His subordinates nearby were already dumbfounded.
What was going on? Could someone explain?
Wen Ze shot them a glare, and they hurried away with their heads down.
After hanging up, Wen Ze said coldly, "Once the other reporter arrives, you're going home!"
"Why should I? You're abusing your authority! Watch out, or I'll expose you!"
Wen Ze gripped her chin and threatened fiercely, "If you spread nonsense about me, I'll tie you to a tree and let snakes bite you!"
"Aah!" Shanshan tried to bite his hand in fury. "You bastard!"
Wen Ze pulled his hand back. Seeing her teeth snap at empty air, he curled his lips in amusement. "Wouldn't you rather go home, eat well, drink well, and lounge around? Why come to this godforsaken place?"
"Mind your own business! I like it here, and I want to!"
Wen Ze teased her. "Well, I'm sending you away anyway. What are you going to do, bite me?"
"Aah!"
Shanshan went wild with anger and lunged at him, arms flailing. Wen Ze held her off by the head and let her bounce around on the spot.
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