cool down.Kneeling on the ground, with obvious palm prints on his face, He Hanchuan should have been very embarrassed. However, at this moment, he looked at Old Master He and spoke slowly, showing no...She looked up at him, “Rest assured, even if I die, you two siblings won't be invited to my funeral. I don't ever want to see the both of you again in my life.”

"Xiang Wan," Jiang Qi Feng clenched the ointment tightly, a hint of gloom in his pale eyes, "You were the one who did wrong, not me or Qing Ran."

Even if they don't want to meet, it should be him and Qingran who don't want to see her, rather than her who doesn't want to see them.

Towards Evening tugged at her lips, her expression was bland, yet held a hint of sarcasm.

"I came here as a mistake. Someone like you who doesn't repent, don't even think about kneeling for two hours, kneeling for two days or two years would still be your own fault!" Jiang Qifeng turned and walked towards the elevator, throwing the ointment into the trash can.

The ointment jar and the trash can collided, producing a dull thud that further deepened the oppressive atmosphere in the hallway.

The supervisor, flushed red in the face and furious with what A-Wan had done, was just about to punish her when a door from an adjoining room opened, and a head popped out. "The cleaning staff is here," it said, "someone vomited."

"Okay." Xiang Wan took the cleaning tools and went into the front room.

The room was thick with a haze of mist, the smell of smoke, alcohol, perfume and vomit all mixing together to make Xiangwan nearly choke.

"Excuse me," she said, taking a rag and heading towards the tea table and sofa stained with vomit.

A crisp, melodious voice cut through the haze of smoke, startling a few men who were playfully teasing the women nearby.

"I thought it was some old woman, but it turns out to be a pretty little girl!"

"You're pretty, but I can't tell what your figure is like. Take off your clothes and show me, if it's good, you can follow me from now on, how about that"

"Are you blind, man You can't even see how perky her butt is! Come with me, babe. I'll make you way more money than you'd ever earn here!"

A group of men were using foul language.

Towards the end of cleaning up the vomit with a cloth, she seemed not to hear anything.

The sticky feeling on the cloth spread to her hand, coupled with the sour smell that tickled her nose. Her stomach churned, and she gritted her teeth, forcing herself to endure it.

"My shoes got dirty too, beauty, rub them for me!" The man stared intently at her pert buttocks, his eyes burning with lust.

向晚 stood up, took a step back, and tried to suppress the churning in her stomach. "The rag's dirty, I'll go get another one," she said.

I wanted to leave as soon as I finished speaking.

"Don't bother so much!" the man called out to her, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "I don't mind things a bit rough around the edges, darling. Even if you have some hairy spots, I'll still kiss them."

Towards the evening lowered her head and remained motionless. She tightly gripped the rag in her hand, vomit flowing down it onto her shoes and clothes, making it a truly disgusting sight.

Several people, upon seeing this, openly scorned her and moved away from her.

The man who was making lewd remarks still stared at her, his gaze sweeping back and forth over her body.

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Plop!

She knelt on the ground, instinctively leaning back, and only after regaining her senses did she realize she was kneeling between his legs.

There was a burst of laughter in the room, and some people were whistling.

And A-wei knelt on the ground, like a toy, being teased and mocked, humiliated to the extreme.

Her hands pressed against the vomit-stained cloth, her uneven short hair hiding her eyes that were narrowed to slits with suppressed anger.

She bit her lip tightly, her whole body trembling.

There was an ashtray on the coffee table, enough to smash this man's head!

She reached out to the tea table, but as her fingers neared the edge of the ashtray, she drew back.

She does this, she'll only anger He Hanchuan...

“Little sister,” the man sneered, grabbing her hair and tossing a wad of cash on the table. His eyes were filled with lust and malice. “Give me a kiss, one hundred bucks, how about it”

A-wan was forced to watch him apply foundation, her stomach churning violently. She could only clench her jaw and suppress the urge to vomit.

The people in the room cheered loudly.

"Whoa, a hundred right away Lao Liu, you're so generous!"

“Beauty, come on up! This pays way more than cleaning!”

"With a mouth that small, the sixth one would be satisfied in an instant."

"Lao Liu isn't afraid of getting dirty, she's a cleaner after all, always cleaning toilets and garbage. At least let her take a shower first."

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