"Get out, get out of here!" Ye Xiaoqian pointed towards the door and yelled angrily.
"Haha, are you feeling shy? Since that's the case, let's play something new!" Zhao Wenchang laughed lasciviously.
"No!" Ye Xiaoqian shook her head, then she knelt down, pleading, "Please, I beg you, let me go, I'm begging you, please let me go!"
Although Ye Xiaoqian didn't know exactly how strong Zhao Wenchang was, she knew he was formidable, definitely stronger than her father, and perhaps even more so than her grandfather. Therefore, she could only pray that Zhao Wenchang would spare her.
Seeing Ye Xiaoqian in this state, a cold smirk appeared on Zhao Wenchang's lips. He sauntered over to where Ye Xiaoqian was and looked down at her imposingly, asking in a gloomy tone, "Are you begging for mercy? If you are, I might consider giving you a way out!"
Ye Xiaoqian lifted her head to glance at Zhao Wenchang, snorted coldly, and then looked at the ashtray on the table.
