Upon learning the truth, Wang Xue nearly coughed up blood.
But she quickly accepted the reality; nothing could be worse than this. It seemed like this man was either wealthy or noble, which was better than dealing with lowly thugs, right?
Hui Yingzhe shot her a look of disgust, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get out!"
Wang Xue immediately got up, picked up the clothes from the floor. She was undressed, her graceful figure was voluptuous and enticing. Hui Yingzhe's eyes glanced over her, and somehow he recalled last night's madness. His throat moved slightly, and he turned away.
Wang Xue noticed his little gesture, and her eyes narrowed slightly.
The robe was torn to shreds by Hui Yingzhe, unable to cover her properly. She couldn't possibly go out like this.
"Wait."
Wang Xue paused in her steps but did not turn around.
"Aunt Zhang," Hui Yingzhe called out.
