Right when Young Master Xu's hand was about to touch Ning Xia's thigh, she caught his wrist, twisted it, and caused him to frown from the pain, involuntarily crying out.
"What are you doing!" he bellowed angrily.
"Me? I'm teaching a piece of trash a lesson!"
Ning Xia's foot shot up, and the pointed heel of her high-heeled shoe mercilessly stepped down on Young Master Xu's leather shoe, turning his face instantly the color of a pig's liver.
She flung him aside with force, dusted off her hands, and with a cold gaze fixed on him, said word by word, "Don't think you're something special just because you have a little bit of stinking money. Not every woman can be bought with cash. I, Ning Xia, am the woman you can't afford!"
With that said, she didn't even glance at him as she turned and left.
Young Master Xu had never been humiliated like this before. In a fury of shame and anger, he said, "Slut, I think you are choosing penalty drink over a toast!"
