After many twists and turns, Zhang Hao finally found Ma Ling.
He saw her already reduced to a tearful mess, then he took note of her attire.
Zhang Hao became even more certain of the guess in his mind.
Ma Ling was indeed working here.
It was understandable, though—with so many debts owed by her family, how could they ever be repaid on a monthly salary of three thousand?
Moreover, Ma Ling was quite pretty, which could gain her favor from clients in this kind of place.
As long as the clients liked her, she could earn more in one night than he did as a doctor.
In and out, the debts of her family could be paid off in no time at all.
"Who is he to you?" a man in a black suit interrogated Ma Ling.
Ma Ling fumbled for words and couldn't articulate a proper explanation.
In the end, it was Zhang Hao who came to her rescue, "I'm her cousin, what's the problem?"
