Hearing Rong Linyu's words, Wen Jiaren felt her heart clench tightly, growing increasingly desperate.
She knew, tonight, apart from Mu Qian, no one could save her!
But where was Mu Qian at this moment?
An impatient man shouted, "Boss, don't just enjoy yourself, let us have a look too. This woman has a really nice figure. She must be quite something. Let us feast our eyes as well."
"Exactly, boss."
Another man gulped and, with glowing eyes, stared intently at Wen Jiaren.
"Isn't that simple?"
Rong Linyu snorted coldly and began pushing up Wen Jiaren's clothes with his hand.
Wen Jiaren's eyes turned icy, and she lifted her leg to knee Rong Linyu in the leg, "Go to hell."
Rong Linyu clamped her leg between his, then called out to the other men, "You guys, come over and press this woman down on the ground, and strip her clothes off her."
The men responded in unison, "Yes, boss."
