The tip of the knife was already right under Sun Ying's eyes. Sun Ying was so frightened that she closed her eyes and screamed, "I'll talk! I'll talk, Mister! I'll talk. Put the knife down. Put the knife down…"
Sun Ying's memory was not bad. In addition, she had undergone special training in the clubhouse. She had to remember every word that the customers around her said. It was precisely because of this that Sun Ying's performance was not bad. In addition, she had a good appearance and a temperament. A month later, she became a target for special training. She had even become the clubhouse's advertising tool.
However, she could only pick out and remember the important things that her customers said. She could not remember everything else.
Sun Ying said what she remembered and what she was most moved by.
The middle-aged man was just scaring her. When he saw that she really recited it, a hint of surprise flashed past his eyes.
