Chapter 28: Xiang Yiran Buys Hitmen and Frames Others, Trends on Hot Search

Bao Yancheng didn't bother asking any further questions, his strong hands with bulging veins moved about, recklessly igniting a fire.

Wen Wanzi was like a small boat swaying in the waves, her consciousness gradually becoming muddled.

All she could remember was that from beginning to end, she hadn't been able to see Bao Yancheng's expression.

She cried and pleaded, but the man never touched her again.

Before passing out, all she remembered was that Bao Yancheng had untied the binds on her eyes and hands.

The man had a mocking look on his face, his eyes as cold as ice, his black clad figure resembling a chilling executioner.

His ironic words pierced her heart with one final cut.

"If you're short of money, come to me. Same deal, exchange your body for money, but I'll pay a higher price."

Several stacks of thick banknotes were scattered on the bed condescendingly by the man.

The cold, dirty banknotes covered Wen Wanzi's delicate, fair skin.