"Stated price, three hundred a night, why are you selling yourself so cheap?" His hand aggressively squeezed her chin as if he was going to crush it.
A seemingly dismissive remark from Jin Xiangbei felt like a sharp blade tearing her heart all over. It painfully tore.
So this is it...
So in his eyes, she is indeed such a person, isn't she?
She has no dignity to speak of?
At this moment, Eleven didn't feel anger, she only felt very desolated.
Which eye of his saw her selling herself? Just because he saw her in a bar, saw what she was wearing, he had determined her sin? Three hundred a night, where did he get this conclusion from?
Eleven's elbow violently jabbed back, Jin Xiangbei failed to withstand the force and let go of her in pain.
She turned around, looked at Jin Xiangbei's angry expression, and asked, "What gives you the right to talk about me like this? Do you have any proof?"
