"Qing Qian, you finally came back. Dad thought he would never see you again." Mr. Xia hadn't seen his daughter for three days and only saw the newspaper report: A certain poor girl publicly auctioned off her first night for money, a whopping price of two million, which turned out to be just a piece of blank paper. There was also a large nude photo with the important parts mosaicked.
But Mr. Xia recognized that the poor girl in the newspaper was his own daughter. His daughter failed to sell herself and was instead played with by others. His whole world collapsed.
"Three days have passed, and you guys couldn't even gather a penny. Now you want to raise a million in three hours? Just you?" Brother Dao looked at Xia Qingqian with a cold face. "You, a poor girl, have already been defiled, and are worthless. Let my brothers have some fun with you, and I will ensure your father gets a proper burial!"
After saying this, he raised his chin, signaling his men to do whatever they wanted.
