"I don't need your advice."
An Xiaowan wrinkled her nose, looking disgustedly at the man as she squeezed into An Yan's embrace.
"My beautiful little angel, don't be shy, I'll teach you with care!"
The middle-aged foreign man with a pipe, a smile full of deep meaning on his face, took a step forward.
"Get lost!"
Qin Jiuluo growled, stepping forward to stand in front of the pipe-smoking man.
"Shua!"
Several Demon Servants stepped forward in unison, their presence as imposing as mountains.
"Ouch, my goodness!"
The pipe-smoking man nearly fell to the ground due to the overwhelming pressure from Qin Jiuluo and others, saved only by his bodyguard's quick reflexes.
"fu.ck! Who are you people! I'm speaking to her, what right do you mangy curs have to interfere!"
The pipe-smoking man, embarrassed and furious before the beauties, pointed at Qin Jiuluo and yelled.
