Chapter Seven For a man, you are still so cheap

even glance at the gift box, her brow ridge scarred with a hint of usual frenzy. "Thank you for your kindness," she said, "but I can't accept your gift."I don't want to receive it either.Felt nauseou...But thinking of home...

Taking a deep breath, she lowered her head again and then slowly knelt down.

< >Thump.< >

This sudden kneeling even startled Song Qiao. He Hanchuan stood behind her, his eyes gleaming with coldness.

"Mr. Jiang, I hope you'll forgive me…"

Before she could finish speaking, a glass of strong liquor was splashed in her face. "Huanghuang, two years have passed, and you're still so lowly for a man."

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He probably, is very disappointed in himself.

He didn't show the slightest emotion, walked over and stopped in front of her: "Since your guest hasn't forgiven you yet, just kneel down."

Having said that, he left.

"Ge Hanchuan..." From behind, Xiang Wan called out his name, softly asking, "Do you like Jiang Qingran that much"

> Likes to, Bi Jiang Qingran hates her even more than her own brother.

"What did you say" He paused, lowering his gaze to look at her.

向晚 raised her head, the makeup on her face smudged and smeared, black patches contrasting with white ones in a comical way. However, her expression was one of utter despair. "He Hanchuan, I truly regret it. If I had known that you liked her, I would have never developed feelings for you. Liking you was the biggest mistake I've ever made in my life."

He heard this time, and the gloom on his face became even uglier. After a moment, he laughed, but it was more frightening than if he hadn't: “Is that so”

But what can be done Moona, the world simply doesn't allow for regret.

This year, the winter in City B is particularly cold.

A-wei wore a welcoming cheongsam and knelt at the entrance of the clubhouse, her face as white as snow. Her hair, damp with alcohol, was even iced over.

The cold, coupled with the leg pain, nearly caused her to faint.

As dawn approached, the guests at the club grew more numerous. They passed by her, always sneering with a sarcastic smile, but she ignored them completely. She just lowered her head, staring at her frostbitten hands to avoid feeling anything from the outside world. This was a habit she had cultivated over the past two years.

When she was in prison, she was always beaten. At first, she would resist, but in the end, resisting only resulted in more severe beatings. She stopped resisting and just let herself daydream, allowing them to beat her with all their might. Gradually, those people got tired and would let her go.

She only hoped that He Hanchuan, as well as Jiang Qifeng, would let her go.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Miao secretly took out a coat and threw it to her, frowning: "Put it on, it's been two hours, if you stay cold for a while, your life will be gone."

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"Are you still worried about me" Zhou Miao wasn't sure how Xiang Wan had offended those powerful people, sighed, and out of compassion, said, "I told you to quit earlier, but you insisted on putting your life on the line. You wait, I'll get you a cup of hot water...", pulling Xiang Wan into the cinema as several exasperated girls fumed.After they left, several girls also wanted to go in, but were stopped by the ticket checker, "Sorry, that gentleman just said he...