Fei Hong shuffled to the corner of the room, giving them the satisfaction as if they have cornered a mouse. "So it's you who sent your men after me." though she already knew, she wanted the confirmation from their mouth to which they shamelessly affirmed.
"Isn't it obvious, stupid woman?" The third man with brown noodle-like hair closed a step in, "Tell me, what's the need to fight in court for the crime we haven't done? Accompanying a man in the hotel, dressing up like this- Aren't a lowly woman like you approach rich for--" he licked his lips, darting his eyes at her white legs, itching to rip her shorts blocking his vision.
"So my clothes, me being independent, agreeing to dine alone with a man in a hotel, be outspoken, frank, smile and ME being 'Me'- everything gives you the right to make assumptions and take me as your private property?"
