Where is my woman? (2)_1

Luo Yuanping dragged Shen Jing by her hair, one hand clamped over her mouth as he pulled her towards the bathroom.

Shen Jing kicked at the phone on the floor. Right now, she only wanted to curse Luo Yuanping's ancestors.

On second thought, seeing her cry even more fiercely, Luo Yuanping suddenly laughed. If he'd wanted to touch her, he would have harbored vile intentions ages ago. Why was she always so weak, without even the strength to resist?

He closed his eyes tightly, then opened them and dragged her downstairs.

"I know," he said. "When I arrived, I saw you. You were in that Bentley parked downstairs. That car's pretty expensive, isn't it? Only three in the world."

"So, the car isn't yours, is it?"

"You like finding sugar daddies, huh? Fine, I'll take you to one."

Yes, if he couldn't have it, he'd destroy it. This was the most deeply rooted, vile thought in Luo Yuanping's subconscious.