I endured the liquid rising in my stomach, and praised her teaching while recording with my phone.
A few minutes later, Laura stopped and took a sip of water, but every time she spoke, I felt an indescribable smell in the air.
One of the fat and big-eared men couldn't help but say, "Let me go first."
Of course, I remembered him. In my previous life, he was also the most active one. Without waiting for me to speak, he directly put his foot on my face, and a strong sour smell came over. I kept retching, and he was very disgusted, saying, "With your quality, even if you sell yourself, no one would want you."
At that time, others followed him and tried various ways to torture and humiliate me.
After calming down, I brushed away the stray hair by my ear and pointed at the fat and big-eared man, "Your wife's name is Lucille, she lives at No. 23 Burjee Street, Yellow Avenue, and her phone number is 98023..."
I took turns pointing out the information of the wives of the men present.
Their expressions froze as if they didn't understand why I said these words.
I cleared my throat, "It's not interesting to earn this money by myself. If I want to earn, I will let everyone's wives earn together."