Wang Ruoxi had never been intimate with the opposite sex throughout her life. Now, suddenly pinned beneath a man, her mind momentarily went "buzz" and everything went blank.
Just then, a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses pushed the door open and walked in.
Behind him followed five or six burly men. Additionally, a rustling noise came from the corridor by the door, indicating that at least another twenty or so people had arrived.
So many people—this boded ill!
Before the middle-aged man could speak, Wang Hao took the initiative to lash out, cursing, "Damn it, who let you in and ruined my mood?"
"Mr. Wang Xing, I..."
Without letting the other party finish speaking, Wang Hao grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table and hurled it with all his might.
"Clang!"
The ashtray hit the floor and shattered.
The five or six muscular men and the lackeys outside heard the commotion and reflexively showed their weapons.
