"Hey, bro has loads of money! Spend a night with me, name your price!"
The man's words clenched Quan Tianyou's fists so tight they cracked. Rage had clouded his mind; he couldn't even fathom why he felt so angry anymore.
This damned woman, is she that desperate for money? Is she back here selling herself again? Or does she just enjoy being so degraded? Truly fucking cheap!
"Miss, aren't you out here to sell? Hang out with me for a night, and I'll give you lots of money!"
The drunk was bellowing behind Su Liuying, reaching out to grab her. His hand hadn't even touched her when an intercepting punch from Quan Tianyou sent the drunk's head crashing against the wall, knocking him out cold on the floor.
With disgust, he kicked the drun kard and reached forward to place a hand on Su Liuying's shoulder.
