Under Lao Changtai's careful care, Huang Yingying finally slowly came to her senses. As soon as she saw Wu Jinliang, she immediately burst into tears and sobbed, "Mr. Gao, it's all my fault, I don't want those fifty gold coins anymore. They're in my pocket, take them, please let me go, okay?"
Wu Jinliang pointed the dagger in his hand, "Can't you speak properly?"
Huang Yingying immediately stopped crying and said sadly, "I've always been speaking properly; it's you who didn't give me a chance to explain."
These words irritated Wu Jinliang, and he pointed to the assassins, "You say you don't know them? Is this what you call speaking properly?"
Fine, Huang Yingying no longer felt wronged. Even with her distorted face, some embarrassment was visible, and she continued to plead, "Mr. Gao, we've known each other for a while, eating and drinking together, having fun, visiting brothels. You can't just turn your back on me now."
