Mei'er panicked, hurriedly shaking her head. "No, I can charge you with intentional harm. You'll go to jail."
Jiang Xiaonan gave a cold snort, ripping open Mei'er's paper-thin negligee to expose her white flesh.
Mei'er had just changed her clothes, so she wore nothing underneath.
Jiang Xiaonan brandished the knife lightly, "They're quite large. But if I were to carve the word 'cheap' on them, would men still be interested when they saw it?"
After saying this, Jiang Xiaonan pretended to thrust the knife down.
Frantically begging for mercy, Mei'er exclaimed, "No, please don't! These are silicone implants, even the most skilled plastic surgeon won't be able to fix them if you cut them. I won't report you. Please don't cut my face or stab my chest. I'll leave immediately. Can you let me go?"
With women of the night club, as deadly as sirens, it's absolutely impossible to trust their words.
Maybe if she lets her go, she'll immediately call the club security.
