Zhan Jingting took Qiao Wanwan's hand, turned to look at the man, and said, "Did you tell my wife to lick your saliva clean? Hmm?"
The man trembled with fear, "Master Zhan, I... I was just joking with Madam Zhan, how could I dare..."
Zhan Jingting sneered, each word carrying a suffocating sense of oppression, "I see there's nothing you wouldn't dare to do."
"Master Zhan, I was really joking!" The man hurriedly raised his hand. "I swear, I absolutely did not mean to humiliate Madam Zhan!"
“If swearing oaths were effective, I’m afraid even your ancestral graves wouldn’t be preserved.” Zhan Jingting spoke slowly and calmly, but the more indifferent his tone was, the stronger the suffocating feeling became. “Since you’re so eager to prove yourself, then lick the ground clean with your own mouth.”
The man's face turned pale. "Master Zhan...Master Zhan, spare me..."
"I wasn't planning on taking your life, so why are you begging for it? Or would you rather I take your life, huh?"
"No, no, no!" the man stammered, trembling with fear. "I didn't mean that, I just licked it, I just licked it..."
Just as the man was about to squat down, he heard Zhan Jingting speak again, "Wait a moment."
The man was overjoyed, thinking that Zhan Jingting had changed his mind and was letting him go. "Thank you, Master Zhan!"
"Don't thank me yet. I just think this place is a bit too clean." Zhan Jingting smiled, a smile appearing on his handsome face, but it stopped at the corner of his eyes. "How about this, have your two friends add a little something extra for you, and you clean it all up. That way, it'll be more sincere."
Everyone: "......"
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