"The check for one million yesterday has already been given to you... we're even now."
After speaking, Han Siming coldly glanced at the disheveled woman in front of him, ready to turn around and leave, but was grabbed at the hem of his clothes by Chen Nuo's raised hand.
"Young Master Han... Last night... it was my first time, and you were so rough."
As she spoke, Chen Nuo was afraid Han Siming wouldn't believe her and deliberately squeezed out a few tears.
Han Siming: "..."
Han Siming, as if he had heard the biggest joke, suddenly raised his hand and fiercely pinched the woman's chin.
"Just a whore... and now... not acting like one, but ready to play the virtuous lady?"
Chen Nuo: "..."
The term "whore" coming from Han Siming's mouth was indeed unsightly; Chen Nuo felt a slap viciously striking her own face. Although this man appeared harmless and gentle as jade, the words he uttered were extremely vulgar.
Chen Nuo's complexion turned frightfully pale, like a female ghost.
