When the scar-faced man heard this, he shifted his angry gaze to Ye Caitang's face. The moment he saw Ye Caitang's pretty face, a trace of amazement flashed across his eyes.
"That's right, that's right. That's a good idea."
The scar-faced man's underlings also looked at Ye Caitang covetously.
"This little mute is even prettier than that girl. Boss, you're really lucky."
"That's right, that's right." The scar-faced man nodded and walked towards Ye Caitang eagerly. He was no longer interested in Si Manman now.
Ye Caitang smirked and looked at the scar-faced man coldly.
Her fingertips moved slightly, and a cold silver glint flashed past. She parted her red lips and said silently:
"If you're not afraid of death, come over."
The scar-faced man could not understand what Ye Caitang was saying and pounced on her as lust overtook his senses.
