Meng Xiang: "..."
Meng Xiang was momentarily at a loss for words, but she had to admit that Shen Heng made some sense.
"Don't..."
If Shen Heng really left her.
She couldn't go on living like this.
Shen Heng saw that Meng Xiang was completely deflated, pursed his lips, and said irritably: "Wait for me here, tidy up, especially the bed, I'll go see if there are any other old men in the shared house... If there are men to satisfy you... you can still get money, what a good deal."
Shen Heng gave a light snort, long gone was his past gentle and cultured persona, revealing his true nature.
Meng Xiang was filled with anger but could only hold back tears in her eyes, yet on careful thought, there really was no other way.
Making money... spreading legs is still the fastest way.
Sigh...
With these thoughts, Meng Xiang was full of hatred towards Shen Heng.
...
Soon, Shen Heng introduced some business.
A man nearing sixty, filthy all over, looking just like a beggar.
