Sanya drove her motorbike and screeched to a stop right in front of Shentu Mingye who came out of his house for a stroll. Shentu Mingye jumped backwards out of fright.
"Sanya, what the hell?!!"
"What the hell fuck! You laid those unreasonable terms and conditions. How am I supposed to get a job?" She shouted. Sanya was dressed in a tight black leather pants, a white singlet with a dark leather jacket over it. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, her eyes were outlined with black cat eyeliner, exuding a dangerous yet alluring aura.
When her eyes met his, Shentu Mingye's heart skipped a beat.
"Aren't you working for me? Why do you still need to work out there," he said, still staring at her.
"Who wants to? Look at you, dyed blond hair and a delicate face like some sissy dudes on stage. My profession is a fashion designer, not some maid for a rich bastard like you," Sanya pointed a finger at him rudely.
"Watch your mouth, gangsters girl," he warned.
