"Gao Jianshe?"
When Xu Nianhua heard something, she thought she'd see some masked guy, or maybe a car would pull up and they'd force her inside.
Who would've guessed, she'd run into Gao Jianshe.
"Tsk tsk tsk, yellow flower girl, you're something else. That waist of yours is way too slim." Gao Jianshe stared at Xu Nianhua's waist, picturing what was about to happen, feeling his whole body heat up, making his face even redder.
"You've been drinking?"
Xu Nianhua kept backing up, as Gao Jianshe approached, the overwhelming stench of liquor was impossible to hide.
"Where's Zhong Juan?"
Xu Nianhua scanned around, but didn't see Zhong Juan anywhere. Watching Gao Jianshe act so brazenly, she started to figure it out—maybe this was Gu Mingzhu's scheme?
This low? Really?
Well, it makes sense. As dirty as it is, it's probably the fastest way to ruin someone—especially a woman.
