Liang Jiaying was well protected by her family ever since she was young, so it wasn't surprising that she was naturally afraid of such things. Moreover, the lewd smile on the man's face made her scalp go numb.
"What do you want from me?"
"What do we want from you?" The man grinned and pulled a knife from his waistband. The sharp blade glowed with a chilling silver sheen in the dark yellow light.
The man played with the knife for a while, then he stuck out his tongue and licked the tip of the blade arrogantly. His eyes glanced at Liang Jiaying and he laughed bloodthirstily. "What do you think we want from you?"
"No!" Liang Jiaying was afraid and her tears ran down her face. "Please, don't do this to me."
"Haha..." When the few men at the table heard Liang Jiaying's panicked voice, they all threw their cards on the table and walked over with great interest. "This girl is so tender!"
