Fu Yunshen's gaze was indifferent as he walked out of the private room expressionlessly.
As the door closed behind him, Wen Yuci felt like she had plunged into an ice cellar, her blood nearly freezing solid.
In her eyes, mist blurred into a sheet of water.
How had she ever fallen for such a cold-blooded, devilish man?
Without Fu Yunshen's protection, the men in the private room all converged on her.
Each one seemed eager to devour her to the bone.
Fearing someone else might snatch her away, Director Zheng's fat hand tightly wrapped around her slender waist.
"Miss Wen, life is short in the spring night; just come with me nicely!"
As Director Zheng spoke, his foul breath nearly made Wen Yuci vomit.
Her complexion was as pale as frost.
The others began to jeer, "Director Zheng, can you even handle it? How about sharing the wealth?"
