"Little bitch, you whore for sale, having the gall to lay hands on me after eating bear's heart and leopard's courage!"
The angry curse echoed through the room, buzzing in the eardrums.
Yan Xiaye hurriedly turned around and saw a middle-aged man with blood streaming down his forehead, standing up with the support of a liquor cabinet, his face menacingly pale as he walked towards her, Qingmei's small face immediately turned pale.
Without a room card, she couldn't get out, but just a moment ago, she had seen the man stuff the room card into his pants pocket next to his belt!
Seeing that Yan Xiaye had no way to escape, the man's expression became even more lecherous, angrily wiping the blood from his head and gasping, "I knew it the moment I walked in, you look too damn like that Young Madam Li, even if you had surgery to look like her, it wouldn't be this similar."
