The person's face just spelled treachery; paired with his expression, it became even more repulsive.
"Now that you have nothing but your skin, the only thing you can use is your face. You must be clear about this, so you came here tonight to try your luck, right?" The man's mocking smile was far from well-intentioned.
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere grew ambiguous.
What he meant, everyone knew very well.
It wasn't out of the realm of possibility, a woman, faced with such a huge debt, the only way out she could think of was... to sell herself.
Yet even selling oneself had its tiers; for someone like Song Yan with high-quality attributes hitting up a high-end place to try her luck, it was indeed the smart choice.
Song Yan originally did not wish to engage in verbal disputes, but she could hardly ignore such pointed remarks. If she didn't respond, wouldn't that be quite rude?
