Yan Zhihuan was being beaten up by Old Madam Yan and kept begging for her forgiveness.
"This is the path you've chosen yourself. Why do you need my forgiveness?" Old Madam Yan was so angry that her breathing was uneven. "Girls who don't love themselves and only want to have fun with men… You should have been prepared to be discovered long ago."
"I just like Big Brother Jingan too much." Yan Zhihuan's arms and back were all swollen with red marks, looking ghastly.
"This is not a reason for you to lower yourself!"
Yan Zhihuan was crying pitifully. Her makeup was ruined, and her voice was hoarse.
"What you want to do is none of my business, and I don't want to care either. Even if you rush to deliver yourself to his doorstep, he might not appreciate it." Old Madam Yan had lived to this age, so she naturally knew some people.
