After shouting out that sentence, Ji Wei's mind suddenly conjured up a face.
The thin and tall man's sallow, lanky face loomed closer and closer, his lecherous smirk making her hair stand on end. Chaotic memories surged forth like a flood, crashing into her consciousness—
"Little girl, I hear your family's loaded. Your uncle here's got a mountain of gambling debt. Why don't you call home and ask them to send me some money? Just five million—that's peanuts for a family like yours."
As he spoke, the thin and tall man shoved a phone into her hand, his voice suddenly turning harsh: "Take it. Call them now!"
She trembled all over, tears streaming down uncontrollably, desperately biting her lips to suppress her sobs.
"Why the hell are you crying? Hurry up and call!" The thin and tall man grew impatient, his vicious nature fully revealed. "You don't obey, I'll deal with you myself!"
The thin and tall man leered at her, his gaze stripping her bare, making her feel sick and repulsed.
