The scar-faced woman looked Nu'an up and down with curiosity: "You, you're Nu'an? The Nu'an who turned our boss into what he is now, that's you?" Nu'an didn't argue, nodding in response: "What you're talking about, is probably me."
"Oh?" The scar-faced woman took a step forward, sizing him up with a smirk: "This little face is quite tempting, since you're here, why not entertain our sisters for a while." With that, she waved her hand, and two women automatically went to stand at the door, while the others appeared eager to make a move.
Nu'an stood with his arms crossed, saying nothing as he watched them.
Xiao Wan's lips curved up, the expression making her look even more terrifying. Indeed, heaven can forgive sins, but self-inflicted sins cannot be lived through! In this state, even the best plastic surgeon would struggle to help her.
