"Spit out all the money right away, or none of you are leaving here today."
Without listening to any more nonsense from the bald man, Chen Qiaoqiao shook off her arm directly.
"Get out of the way, beat it, the company still owes us a year-end bonus, and half a year's wages."
"If you're taking money, it's someone else's money. What does it have to do with you? Move aside, or I'm calling the police."
These words instantly riled up the crowd, who pressed forward with even more ferocity, especially the bald man, who, with a despicable grin, grabbed onto Chen Qiaoqiao's arm and refused to let go.
"Yo, little girl, I'm telling you, there's no way out."
"Either you fill in for your boss and pay up today, or, you see, you're quite pretty, aren't you? Market price, two thousand bucks, compensate me with a night, and we'll call it even."
"Make up for it with ten or even eight years, and I won't even want the money you owe."
