These three men were all drunks in their thirties and forties, all rushing at Ye Wanting with vicious expressions, scaring her so much her face turned white.
She was inside the cashier counter with nowhere to run. Soon, one of the men charged in, grabbed her hair, and yanked it, pressing her face onto the cashier's keyboard.
"You dared to resist? Do you know who Brother Dong is? You're lucky he shows interest in you. Who told you not to know your place!"
Ye Wanting was in so much pain that tears welled up, but she bit her lip tightly to avoid crying out. She choked, "Don't be too outrageous. I'll call the police."
"Go ahead, call them!"
The man turned his head and laughed at his companions, "She tells me not to be outrageous—how scholarly these college students talk, huh. Hahaha."
The other two laughed along.
