Terribly Bad Luck

Yu Miao felt the sharpness of the knife and her back stiffened. She did not dare to speak.

She was so frightened that her legs went weak and she sat on the ground.

The old lady walked forward and gently scratched Yu Miao's face with her hand. She said with a smile, "How about this? I'll tell you something. The last young lady who insisted on not seeling has been killed by us. Her corpse is fertilized in the flower bed."

Yu Miao felt as if she had fallen into an icehouse and could not help but tremble.

Her luck was too bad.

How could she be threatened just by walking into a random place?

The old lady admired her expression and said leisurely, "Twelve thousand. This is our bottom line. If you don't sell it, there's no room for negotiation."

Yu Miao's face was pale as she nodded. "Alright, twelve thousand it is, but you have to transfer it to my card immediately. I want to see the transfer."

She had to make sure the money arrived.