"Hehe..." Ye Xiaoxiao laughed with a sinister and icy chill that made anyone who heard it uncomfortable: "I know he won't marry me, I've given up on that a long time ago, but don't think you'll marry him. Aren't you the National Goddess? The top socialite? Don't you have many men who like you? Let's see who will still like you when the video of you with countless men becomes known worldwide?"
Yun Ya's eyes turned cold; she underestimated this woman's viciousness.
Ye Xiaoxiao clapped her hands, "Come in."
The next moment, a group of men walked in. They were of varying heights and sizes but shared two characteristics: first, they were very ugly, and second, they were dressed extremely sloppily, obviously beggars from the streets. As soon as they entered, a foul sour and rotten smell filled the air.
Yun Ya instinctively frowned.
Even Ye Xiaoxiao couldn't help but fan her nose, it was too unbearable.
