She was still worried about Lan Huixin and Ming Jing, afraid something might go wrong.
"Ah, what's the hurry? Come over and have a drink with me..." The young man called out to stop her.
Liang Xiaohong didn't dare to offend him for now. Reluctantly, she turned around and walked over to him. Her plan was foolproof, there should be no problems. Her urgent task at the moment was to please this young master.
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Lan Huixin looked at the man lying on the ground like a dead pig, gave a cold snort, and kicked him hard.
Feeling unsatisfied, she kicked him several more times.
She took her sleeve and wiped her face, disgusted. "Pah, shameless old pervert, makes me sick."
The man gave a hum, fast asleep, heavier than a dead pig.
Lan Huixin touched the whistle in her palm - this useful little thing had been given to her by Ming Jing. She only had to blow it, and the man in front of her immediately passed out. It was satisfying.