"I haven't tasted a rich girl yet," the grinning thug said as he reached for Su Ziceng.
"Sister Mu said just to teach her a lesson. If her family starts asking questions, that would be trouble," the man holding Su Ziceng reminded.
"What's the rush, tsk tsk, just look at this woman's figure and posture, it makes one envious. Who knows, maybe after I succeed, she might even beg me to become her son-in-law," the man glanced behind him; it was a quiet alley with no passersby.
"Big brother, this isn't right," the man looked at Su Ziceng, whose eyes were brimming with immense fear and resentment, as if she was about to turn into a vengeful ghost any second.
It was Deng Jiani, it was Deng Jiani. Su Ziceng couldn't believe that woman was so malicious to her core. She watched the man groping her and felt a surge of hatred towards those damn hands.
"What's this thing," the man felt a hard ring over her chest.
