"Young Master Liu, are you okay..." The two women saw Liu Zhihao's pained expression and wanted to come over to comfort him.
But in Liu Zhihao's eyes, the women's actions became pity. Being pitied by women when a man is impotent felt like a needle piercing into his heart.
Liu Zhihao was immediately enraged and humiliated, slap slap... he gave each of the women a slap in the face, immediately leaving red handprints on their cheeks.
Although they were from the club, they would have been top courtesans in ancient times; young masters had fought over them out of jealousy. They had never experienced such brutal beating before.
The two women, holding their faces and with a mix of anger, grievance, and disdain, fled the private room.
Liu Zhihao saw the disdain in their eyes and his inner volcano erupted, "Get out, all of you get the hell out of here!"
