"Phew"——
The moment these words were spoken, Ouyang Xiaoya almost passed out.
Am I, am I really that despicable?
"Hey, I'm talking to you, dopey. Competing with those wearing tiger skins out there, aren't you afraid of suffering?"
After that, the other person took another careful look at Ouyang Xiaoya, with a puzzled face and murmured to herself, wondering,
"That's not right. To be this pretty, strange."
After a pause, as if the other person had thought of something, she slapped her forehead and said:
"Got it, did the police recently sweep through the bath centers and nightclubs?"
Ouyang Xiaoya was taken aback again, her face soon filled with anger.
"I'm the dignified Iceberg CEO of Huadu, and yet, and yet I was mistaken for a masseuse, it's outrageous."
And this little gangster girl looked at me with a bit of contempt, and a trace of superiority, as if saying I'm just someone from the streets, looking down on those who sell their body and soul, like a fallen worker.
