Aylin was calm and composed, discussing the matter as casually as if she were talking about the weather.
Robert clapped his hands and chuckled.
His Aylin, however, had been trained in professional wrestling techniques. Dealing with such a lowly ruffian was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, and it would only dirty Aylin's shoes!
Robert secretly thought that he needed to buy a new pair of shoes for Aylin.
The man's face contorted in pain as he looked up at Aylin's unparalleled beauty, and he shook violently.
Aylin's threat is not a bluff.
No matter how beautiful the woman was, he didn't dare to think about her now, and hastily begged for mercy, "I won't dare again, I won't dare again, please move your leg away quickly..."
Aylin's eyes turned cold, and instead of moving her legs away, she pressed down even harder. "Tell me, did Hanson send you to set me up?"
The man shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, it's not!"