“You lowly, common-born girl, if you didn’t rely on rich people like us, how could you have achieved the social status you have now?”

“This card has two million, a million more than enough to buy you for a night.”

Hearing his wild and arrogant words, Sheng Jiaoyang wished nothing more than to stuff him down a toilet.

Zeng Huan already arrived with bodyguards.

“Hurry, it’s this lunatic, drag him out.” Zeng Huan pointed at the insufferably arrogant looking young man with his hands on his hips- it was precisely the Young Master Zeng who had just snuck out of his home.

The bodyguards’ hands were nimble as they quickly seized Young Master Zeng and dragged him out.

“Block up his wretched mouth before escorting him out. There should be somebody looking to claim this lost good later.”

The bodyguards obediently brought the struggling Young Master Zeng out.

“Wait!” Sheng Jiaoyang suddenly shouted to them.

The bodyguards stopped but accidentally allowed Young Master Zeng to struggle free of his gag. He still didn’t seem to understand his own situation as he continued to spit words...