Once, Ling Qingwu witnessed Cao Yujie's shamelessness, which angered both gods and men. His latest shameless remark didn't surprise her.
"Then give it a try." Ling Qingwu remained unmoved.
"Then don't blame me!"
As soon as Cao Yujie finished speaking, thudding footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by a group of about forty or fifty people entering.
"Junior sister, you should know my strength. It's not hard for me to stall you, but Yang Fan and your brother, those two wastes, my few dozen men should be enough, right? I gave you a chance, but you are still as stubborn, so you can't blame me."
Ling Qingwu's response remained the same: "I have nothing to say to you. Since we won the money, we'll take it."
