"You’re interested too? But unfortunately, I don’t know her name either. I heard from Nightshade’s boss that she is just a server there, temporarily brought in to perform that dance. Later, many customers in Nightshade specifically asked for her, but she resigned soon after. Tsk tsk tsk, with just one dance, she drove so many men crazy. She’s truly a natural enchantress. Just too bad we don’t know how she tastes, what a pity..."
Mu Chen kept talking to himself, not noticing that Ouyang Hao’s face was getting colder by the minute.
Ouyang Hao’s eyes were fixed on that alluring face on the screen, and he suddenly sneered, "People really can’t be judged by their appearance."
He raised his hand and tossed the phone. Mu Chen almost failed to catch it, and couldn’t help but complain, "If you break my phone, I can buy another one, but this video is the only copy. If it’s damaged, it’s gone... Ah! Where’s the video? Why can’t I find the video?"
Ouyang Hao shrugged, picked up his coat from the sofa, and walked out.
Lin Yixun kept trying to hypnotize herself, but found that the effect was minimal.
After who knows how long, the room seemed to become completely silent, and even that invisible sense of oppression vanished. Lin Yixun slowly opened her eyes, discovering that the black cloth in front of her was gone, and the restraints on her hands were removed.
Leng Yixiu was nowhere to be seen.
She struggled to get up from the bed, and accidentally saw that patch of bright red on the bed, which harshly pricked her eyes.
She slowly shifted her gaze and spotted a check on the bedside table with a string of striking numbers on it, numbers that would be extremely tempting to anyone. And she desperately needed that money.
Lin Yixun reached out, staring at the check in front of her, and suddenly laughed coldly. What is this? Payment for sex?
Her body moved before she could think, and in an instant, the check turned to pieces in her hand. With a flick of her arm, the fragments scattered into the air. She suddenly realized that torn checks looked no different from regular pieces of paper.
Her clothes were no longer wearable, so Lin Yixun struggled to move her feet and found a bathrobe in the wardrobe. She hesitated for a moment, but ended up putting it on.
The bathrobe was too eye-catching. As she walked to the hall, she attracted countless stares, some were shocked, some puzzled, and some disdainful.
Their gazes were like thorns on Lin Yixun’s back. She kept her head low, feeling thoroughly humiliated, wishing she could immediately dig a hole and bury herself in it.
Her attire made some ill-intentioned people eager. Someone even came up to her and bluntly asked her for her price for a night.