"Good job, Mrs. Huo,"
Ye Beisheng's stiff heart turned cold.
He suddenly understood what a heart attack was.
Her fist was still on Brother Jin's face. Her fierce expression froze and she stuttered, "Ninth master?"
Huo Xiting nodded and said lightly, "Go on."
"....."
Ye Beisheng did not know if she should withdraw herself from it or not.
Ye Beisheng panicked. Although she had no feelings for this b*stard, he was still her antidote!
Huo Xiting liked weak women. What if her performance today didn't suit the ninth master's taste and it ended with the ninth master kicking her out in a fit of anger?
After a long battle in her mind, Ye Beisheng suddenly revealed a perfect yet weak smile, looking especially aggrieved.
"Ninth master, I didn't, I didn't! I didn't hit them hard at all. They were just pretending. They might be trying to extort money from me for the medical expenses. Ninth master, I'm innocent."
