Cold Male Voice

"I can afford it regardless of the price!"

"I think so too."

Fu Ya's words made Jason happy. He was about to reach out and grab her shoulder when Fu Ya lifted her right leg and kicked Jason in between his legs.

"Ah!!!"

Unprepared for the excruciating pain, Jason knelt on the ground involuntarily. His hands covered his crotch, and he had a contorted expression on his face.

Fu Ya smiled leisurely. "This is the price to pay for inviting me for a drink. Mr. Jason, do you still want to have a drink with me now?"

His men immediately gathered and helped Jason up.

As he was still feeling the pain, Jason's legs were trembling. He pointed at Fu Ya. "Grab this bitch! I'm going to play with her to death today!"

"Yes!"

A group of people immediately pounced on Fu Ya.

Lin Wanwan frowned. She grabbed one of the leader's wrists and twisted it lightly. He fell heavily to the ground.