Jiang Guangli showed a hesitant expression. He wanted to shut his mouth up but he could not do so. He was forced to speak up.
"About eleven people." Jiang Guangli spoke. When he finally spoke out, he felt ashamed.
Everyone there was speechless. Eleven people? That many? Ding Meirong looked at her son bewildered.
"Do you remember their names?" Jiang Jingfeng pushed for more information.
"Yes." Jiang Guangli nodded.
"Jinhai, give him a brush and paper." Jiang Jingfeng ordered his son.
Jiang Jinhai took out some paper and brush as well as ink and placed them in front of Jiang Guangli. He had time to throw some disgusted looks at Jiang Guangli. He was really a scumbag.
"Now, write down all of the aunties that you had been sleeping with." Jiang Jingfeng said.
Jiang Guangli wanted to fight not to write the names. Once again, his body did not do what he wanted to do. He grabbed the brush, dip into the ink and started to write the list.
