"Mr. Pittman, I drank too much and feel dizzy. You guys keep playing, I'll go to bed first." The middle-aged man wrapped around Gina's luxuriant waist, and ready to leave.

She was so anxious that she was about to cry, all her courage before coming here had been worn out, like a lamb that would be buried in the belly of the wolf, Gina turned her pleading eyes to Aaron across the table, that was the last straw for the person who can help her.

Completely without seeing her ...