Ruyi said to Zhou Jia, "Young Master, don't waste your breath. It seems that he wants to have a taste of washing up. I'll get someone to prepare it!"
"Don't!" Manager Ouyang begged, "I'm really here to deliver the goods. Please let me go!"
Zhou Jia patted Manager Ouyang's cheek and said darkly, "It seems that you really want to have a taste of iron brush! Look at your pitiful appearance. I'll give you a hint. Your surname is Ouyang. You came from Qingzhou. Even if you don't say it, I'll send someone to investigate and find out who you're working for. Ruyi! I'll leave him to you!"
When Manager Ouyang heard this, his heart seemed to be pressed by an invisible rock. His mouth kept trembling, and his mind was blank.
Zhou Jia said coldly, "Tell me! As long as you tell me honestly, I'll let you live. If you don't tell me, I have plenty of ways to make you suffer!"
