Lin Wanwan still underestimated the evil in human nature. In fact, once a person commits an evil act without facing punishment, they cannot stop and will definitely reoffend, becoming bolder and more reckless.
He Junbo, appearing at the doorway, was extremely arrogant and reckless. The drug in Lin Wanwan's orange juice was, of course, at his behest.
It's the usual routine within the circle, something everyone is accustomed to.
The others had already moved on to the next round at the KTV, and Pan Duling, who followed him, was also sent elsewhere by him.
With a real snow lotus on the cliff, who cares about a pretentious lofty flower?
Just when the guest room door was pushed to the front for the last time, a pair of fat and greasy thick hands blocked Lin Wanwan's attempt to close the door.
If it were under normal circumstances, this kind of young master emptied by women would not be able to withstand a punch from Lin Wanwan.
But now, she was weak all over, her limbs numb.
