"Hahaha, and how are you going to not let me go? By using your 'downstairs' not to let me go?" the man asked with interest, speaking indecently.
As soon as he finished speaking, the other men burst into loud laughter.
"Trash!"
The corpulent man's eyes darkened with lust as he grabbed Rong Yan by the chin. "You bitch, what did you say!"
With her jaws clenched, Rong Yan ignored his livid face and calculated the odds that Duidui would see the caller ID. While buying time by opening her mouth, she guessed it would provoke him. "I said you're nothing but trash. All you can do is bully women when you've got the numbers; you've got no other talent."
"Say that again!"
A slap resounded across her face, leaving Rong Yan's left ear ringing incessantly.
Damn it, that hurts.
