Qin Manxiang's expression immediately turned extremely gloomy as she deadlocked her eyes onto Shen Yanhe.
She had never imagined that after Shen Yanhe was brought here by her people, she wouldn't be scared in the slightest and would still be so arrogant.
The female artists who had been brought here in the past were usually frantic and scared.
So arrogantly presumptuous, Shen Yanhe was the first.
But what of it?
This place was her territory now; soon, Shen Yanhe would be like those female artists before, lying on the ground like a dog, begging her for mercy.
Thinking along these lines, Qin Manxiang's brows instantly relaxed, and with a cold laugh, she said, "Shen Yanhe, go ahead and be arrogant. Soon, you won't be able to be arrogant anymore."
As soon as the words were spoken, her expression twisted as she pointed at Shen Yanhe and coldly ordered, "Strip her clothes off for me!"
The several men who had been standing around without much movement swiftly encircled Shen Yanhe.
