At that moment, Liu Erlong could not help hating that father she had never met even more.
Why had her mother said he held a high position, that he was a powerful soul master? Why was he still absent even at a time like this?
"Get lost! All of you, get lost!"
Liu Erlong's shout was almost hysterical.
Her resentment toward her father, her loathing for these people before her, left her completely unable to stay calm!
"Hmph! Little girl, you'd better not refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. It's your honor that this young master has taken a fancy to your body. It's an affirmation of your beauty. Don't make this hard on yourself, or don't blame us for blocking this doorway every single day and keeping you from even stepping outside. Let's see how long your mother can hold out!"
The silk-pants young master holding a folding fan said with a face full of cold malice.
The lackeys behind him joined in with jeers, spouting filthy remarks as they forced Liu Erlong to use her body to repay the debt, their attitude arrogant to the extreme.
"Hey, hey!"
"I say, Young Master Oubu, just because you don't fancy the older one doesn't mean we don't."
The speaker was the leader of the third group gathered in front of Liu Erlong's home.
Every one of them wore a vicious look, and their thoughts were even more vile to the extreme.
The withered old man leading them narrowed his eyes, his lecherous gaze sweeping toward the depths of the little courtyard. Obscene words spilled from his mouth as he wantonly insulted Liu Erlong's mother, Liu Mei'er.
"One of you wants the house, one of you wants this little girl, but to my eyes, that Liu Mei'er still has