"What did you say?!"
Upon hearing Sun Zhe's words, Fang Jiayun's eyes widened in disbelief as if she'd heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.
"You actually dare to ask me to remove my clothes..."
"Sun Zhe, do you know who my father is?!"
Sun Zhe expressionless, stepped closer to her, and said calmly, "Then do you know who Ye Qiao's man is?"
Fang Jiayun was directly overwhelmed by Sun Zhe's aura, her delicate body shrinking back as if electrocuted.
"Sun Zhe... I... I'm sorry, okay?"
"I can give you money, just let me go this time, okay?"
At this point, Sun Zhe had lost his patience, coldly shouted, "Hurry up and strip for me!"
"I don't care about your stinking money!"
From the first moment he saw Fang Jiayun, Sun Zhe had been suppressing his anger.
Fortunately, Fang Jiayun is a woman; if she were a man, she would have already been beaten incapacitated by now.
"I'm really sorry..."
