Golden Nanjing Bar!
In a spacious room on the third floor, Wu Quanyou had just finished making a call and looked over at Sun Yumeng, who was standing there shivering, a vicious smile appearing at the corner of his mouth as he said, "Little girl, are you scared now?"
Right after Sun Yumeng came out of the bathroom, a towel was suddenly pressed over her mouth and nose, and then she knew nothing else until she woke up here.
Seeing that there were seven or eight people in the room, all men, it was clear they were not at a theater, so she was especially afraid.
But when she recognized Wu Quanyou, her courage surged, and her body stopped shaking. Clenching her lips, she said, "Wu Quanyou, what do you want to do?"
"What do I want to do?" Wu Quanyou reclined on the sofa, crossing his legs and taking a sip of red wine before he drawled, "That little bastard Su Weifeng, he made me look like such a fool, do you think I can let him off the hook?"
