"Sun Feng, let go of me! I won't go with you, let go of me, you bastard..."
Su Qian struggled desperately, but in the end, her efforts were in vain against someone much stronger.
The whole process saw her being dragged out of the private room by her hair by Sun Feng.
The four elders in the room turned a blind eye to this.
"What's wrong, feeling sorry for your daughter?" Wen Lan crossed her legs, the fat on her face trembling slightly, her lips curling into a mocking smile.
Hearing this, Su Yaoshu immediately forced a smile and said, "Just an unruly wild girl, why would I feel sorry for her? I'm more concerned about your hand, madam. Is it hurting from the slap? Here, let me blow on it for you, honey."
Upon these words, Sun Zhaohai, sitting nearby, couldn't help but twitch his eye.
No wonder Su Yaoshu could be so successful.
It's not without reason.
With such a servile posture, one would be hard-pressed to find another man like him in all of Jiangcheng.
