Su Wanxia clenched her fists, glaring angrily at the sleazy faces before her, feeling her chest fill with a burning rage.
She coldly snorted with disdain, boldly retorting, "How much?"
The two men perked up excitedly upon hearing this, their minds already overflowing with the desire to take this stunning beauty into their arms.
A hint of a smile bloomed on Su Wanxia's lips, causing both men to become ecstatic.
While the two men were distracted, she suddenly lifted her right leg and kicked viciously between the legs of the man in the floral shirt who was closest to her.
At the same time, one hand swiftly grabbed the crystal ashtray on the table and smashed it down hard onto the green-shirted man's body. She'd aimed for his head initially, but even though the ashtray seemed small, it felt as heavy as a rock in her hand. If she'd actually cracked his skull, she would have been in trouble.
