The room was filled with red. Coupled with Ma De's cold expression, Jia Qing's legs were trembling.
She begged, "President Ma, can you let me out? A girl like me from the slums is not worthy of being with a big shot like you. Let me out. I'll find the most honorable girl to accompany you, okay?"
"Honorable girl?" Ma De repeated with interest.
"Yes, there's someone called Lin Yin in the banquet hall. She's my former friend. I'll help you call her over. It's more interesting to play with a rich young lady like her, right? She's also 18 years old and a virgin. You'll definitely like her," Jia Qing said in a panic.
When Ma De heard Lin Yin's name, his eyes became even more sinister.
He turned around and picked up a red whip. Under Jia Qing's terrified gaze, he swung it ruthlessly.
Just a moment later, Jia Qing's evening gown was torn into two. It was so painful that Jia Qing fell to the ground and rolled.
