Over the years, I've heard plenty of filthy and abusive language.
I've also heard my share of insults, all of which I could bear and digest in silence.
After all, I did indeed trade my body for money, engaging in the sordid business of selling myself.
Even if it meant taking a couple of verbal jabs or physical hits, I could accept that.
But what I couldn't accept was someone using foul language to humiliate my parents.
Especially when that someone was Shen Hetai.
In this world, he was the last person who had any right to say those things.
I grabbed the bag in my hand and hurled it straight at him.
All the contents scattered out, dispersing in all directions.
Those lost in lust were jolted awake, with some of the playmates even screaming out in fright.
Their drunkenness sobered up considerably, annoyance visible on their faces.
