"Sir, I'm a wine seller, not a hostess." The woman's voice was gentle yet firm.
The man smiled coldly. "Aren't you a hostess? Come in if you know what's good for you."
The man grabbed the woman's hair and dragged her into the room.
The woman refused and lowered her head, biting the man's arm.
The man was in pain and had to let go of her. But he was even more angry and raised his leg, wanting to kick the woman.
The woman stumbled forward and accidentally bumped into Tang Mo.
"I'm sorry…"
The woman wanted to get up and leave, but the man caught up to her very quickly. She grabbed Tang Mo's arm in fear and raised her beautiful eyes. "Sir, help me."
Although half of the woman's face was swollen, it could not hide her beauty.
Pureness and coldness interlaced with each other. She was extremely beautiful, charming and eye-catching. Her gentle aura was filled with determination and arrogance.
She was a very beautiful woman.
