He reached out a pair of dirty hands, "Feels good, I wonder what that stream tastes like..." His face was twisted with a lecherous smile, and his words dripped with vulgarity.
Xia Qingqian felt both ashamed and furious. She walked up to Mr. Xia, looked at Brother Dao with determined eyes, and said, "Brother Dao, I will definitely raise the money within three days. Please don't hurt my dad."
Brother Dao looked at the breasts he had just groped and sneered, "Alright, three days it is. If you don't get the one million in three days, you'll be preparing your dad's body for burial, and you'll also have to please me for a few nights to repay the debt!"
Xia Qingqian had never heard such foul and sinister language. Even in the presidential suite, that Young Master had said some hurtful things, but none could compare to Brother Dao's disgusting words.
