Huang Hongde’s daughter looked at Shui Lingyu with her eyes looking at the goods and said, “You shouldn’t be a Husband. It’s a pity that I was still a Husband when I was sold to those men. Girl, you are much luckier than me.”
Shui Lingyu was slightly stunned, looked at her and said guiltily, “I’m sorry, but I really didn’t kill your father.”
“Then whoever kills you as long as you say it, I will let you go.” Huang Hongde’s daughter said completely disbelief.
“I don’t know”
“Even if you find it, I won’t let you go.”
“I want to know who told you that my father was killed by me?” Shui Lingyu asked.
“Of course you are the one who knows the truth. Although you are not a virgin, a girl, you are good-looking and should be able to sell for a good price.” Huang Hongde’s daughter said that, then stood up and left.
“Wait a minute, you can’t sell me.” The only response to her was the ruthless voice of the door closing.
There was no one in the room, and Shui Lingyu tried to break free from the tied rope, but it was too firm.
My wrists were sore, and there was no sign of loosening.
And the door opened again, and two men came in.
When he walked to Shui Lingyu, one of the men raised Shui Lingyu’s face, looked at it, and said, “It’s worth the money.”
The man who Shui Lingyu remembered was the yellow-haired man with Huang Hongde’s daughter.
There is lust, light, and particularly vulgarity in his eyes.
“If you want money, I can give you more.” Shui Lingyu said.
“How much do you want to give me?” The yellow-haired man touched Shui Lingyu’s jaw and felt it was very delicate and he couldn’t let it go.
Shui Lingyu retreated and stayed away from the disgusting hand: “You can do as much as you want.” She has no money, but she can implement a delaying strategy. It is better to escape here first and find someone to help her.