Hu Huanhuan remained silent, refusing to utter a single word.
Bai Rong looked at Hu Huanhuan's expression, feeling enraged inside, but he still let go of her. After two years of interaction, he understood very well the personality of this veteran brothel madam, yet he was unwilling to discard her business acumen. As long as she was here, many matters would not concern him.
"Get lost!" Bai Rong cursed.
Hu Huanhuan turned and left the room.
At the moment she turned to leave, two large tears fell from her eyes.
This Huaying Building was founded by her own hands, but now it had been snatched away, and she herself was under others' control, powerless to resist. Sometimes she thought of just leaving, but one: she couldn't bear to abandon her hard work, and two: in this vast world, where could she possibly go?
Just then, the ugly face of Shen Ping suddenly flashed before Hu Huanhuan's eyes.
