Yang Fan looked shocked as he stared at the innocent-looking Diwu Ming under the table and asked, "Then why did you bite me?"
"Isn't that what biting is?" Diwu Ming asked, clearly puzzled.
Yang Fan, utterly confused, asked angrily, "You run this kind of place, and you're playing dumb with me? Really?"
"Who told you that a person who runs this kind of place must know about these things? I make money off those women, not with my body. What's so weird about not knowing?" Diwu Ming said, her face burning with embarrassment and awkwardness.
At that moment, she truly wished she could find a hole to crawl into or just kill Yang Fan.
All her life, she had been brave and fierce, like a wild wolf in these chaotic streets, but she had never done such a thing to any man.
She had never resorted to this even when faced with threats of death.
But this time, faced with the prospect of tens of millions in profits, she had compromised.
And to think, she was even being scorned!
