Fuck, that's just unbelievable!
The guy whips Tang Ke ninety times, adds two slaps to the face, and yet not a single mark on his body?
Not even a trace of a whip scar.
How are you supposed to cause trouble like this?
The boss... a true boss.
Bai Chuwei sighed, "Young people nowadays just can't take a beating, can't even endure a hundred lashes."
The director, sweating profusely and trembling, said, "Miss Bai, our film crew would like to pack up and leave. We'll clean the house thoroughly and restore it to its original condition."
Motherfucker, was that not a warning shot just now?
If Miss Bai dares to whip even Tang Ke, who the hell do they think they are?
A hint of amusement flickered in Bai Chuwei's eyes as she idly twirled the teacup in her hand and asked with interest, "Gentlemen, so you're just planning to leave like that?"
