Faced with Yirou's accusation, Su Xiang chuckled lightly: "Don't elevate yourself, whore. Any girl we pick from a high-class club won't be worse than you. You're just a weak spot I keep in plain sight, bait for those foolish enough to think they can take a bite." Saying this, Su Xiang pointed to Han Lihu's body beside him: "See, someone took the bait, so as bait, do your job properly. If you don't like them climbing into your bed, I'll find some others. Plenty of lonely people in that backwater."
"Su Xiang, you bastard! The thing I regret most in this life is meeting you! I..."
Smack! A sharp slap cut off the woman's bitter curse before she could finish. She wanted to keep talking, but another slap followed, then another. After a dozen or so slaps, the anger and unwillingness on Yirou's face gradually disappeared, replaced only by terror. She curled up on the ground, sobbing continuously, not daring to utter another word.
