There were at least ten people in the hall.
Wang Yang didn't care, he grabbed Qiao Fei's wrist and leaned in to sniff her smooth neck, "Smells good!"
Qiao Fei could smell the tobacco on Wang Yang and, seeing his row of large yellow teeth when he smiled, couldn't help feeling nauseated.
However, a look of disdain flitted across Qiao Xiongtai's eyes.
Had he known that Wang Yang was so easy to handle, there would have been no need for so much effort.
Simply throwing Qiao Fei onto his bed would have sufficed.
At this moment, Wang Yang also noticed the greedy looks in the eyes of the other men as they gazed at Qiao Fei.
This only fueled his sense of superiority.
"Mom, you go on talking."
Without waiting for a reply, Wang Yang dragged Qiao Fei towards a room.
Qiao Fei was like a puppet, not resisting.
She knew resistance was futile; she was very clear about what awaited her.
