"Let, let me go… don't hurt me…"
Ying Fuyi's toughness had already disappeared.
She was trembling now, and her voice, eyes, and expression were all pitiful, like a frightened little white rabbit.
This might be able to trick some men, but in front of Rong Xuelong, it could only make her angrier.
Rong Xuelong exerted force with her fingertips and almost strangled Ying Fuyi's windpipe.
"Put away your bullsh*t appearance. Believe it or not, I'll do brain surgery on you immediately." Rong Xuelong knocked Ying Fuyi's face gently with the bottle, successfully scaring her until she trembled again.
"I, I was wrong, Sister, I was wrong." Ying Fuyi started to sob. "Sister, I'm sorry. I was too rude and uneducated just now. You're a well-mannered young lady, please don't fuss over it with me, okay?"