"Uh..."
Xu Xingluo cried out in a panicked and fearful struggle.
The middle-aged man with a stern face had a somewhat fierce look. His body odor was also unpleasant, almost suffocating her in waves. He pressed Xu Xingluo down on the back seat, groping her body up and down.
She struggled desperately, her thick breast padding falling out.
The middle-aged man tsked twice, insulting her with ill intent, "Even you rich folks stuff yourselves with this trash? Vanity!"
"You...uh..." Xu Xingluo was extremely scared, her cries for help going unanswered.
Finally, the man took a mobile phone out of her skirt pocket, forced her to unlock it with her fingerprint, and said fiercely, "Call Xu Guangyao, I need to speak with him."
Xu Xingluo, teary with fear, followed his instruction and dialed Xu Guangyao's number.
Xu Guangyao picked up quickly, his refined voice coming through the line, "Xingluo, how's it going with Huo Xingzhou? Did he show any intention of divorcing?"
