"You dare to hit me?"
Wu Yong came back to his senses and rolled up his sleeves fiercely, wanting to settle the score with her.
"You touched my friend, so I shouldn't have hit you?" Jiang Yining rubbed her aching hand and said. "However, I didn't beat you up for nothing. I'll give you 14,000 dollars for each slap. You'll probably be slapped twenty or thirty times until I vent my anger."
One slap would cost 14,000 dollars, and 20 to 30 slaps would be around 280,000 to 420,000 dollars!
This was a good deal!
Wu Yong quickly calculated in his heart. The anger on his face dissipated and was replaced by a flattering smile.
"I deserve it, I deserve it! Miss, go ahead and slap me. You can slap me as many times as you want, as long as you give me money."
When he got the money, he would find ten beautiful women to vent his anger and humiliation!
Jiang Yining's lips curled into a cold smile. "You begged me to hit you."
