"You insulted me like that at noon today. What you said I should do is obviously to pick a fight!"
Hou Xiangli lifted her chin and ordered the people behind her, "Beat her! As long as she doesn't die, I'll take any responsibility!"
The men behind her saw that Qin Ruan was good-looking, appearing soft and weak, with a charming and innocent face that was as small as a palm. They lusted after her and their eyes glowed with desire.
The leader of the group stepped forward, greedily staring at Qin Ruan's face, and suggested, "Girl, looking at your frail appearance, I can't bear to hit you. Why don't you apologize to Miss Hou, we can beg for your pardon, and this can all be over?"
Qin Ruan glared back with cold eyes, full of scorn, contempt, and disdain.
This dismissive look at him like he was garbage infuriated the man.
"Stinking bitch, what's with that look?!"
Qin Ruan responded sarcastically: "The look I give to a scumbag."
Don't think she didn't know what this man was thinking.
