Han Luo dragged her tired body to her hotel room. She entered her hotel room and closed the door. As she was about to turn on the lights, some people attacked her.
"Ah!' feeling terrified, she let out a shout and tried to fight back.
At that time, the lights were turned on. Han Luo could see her attacker's face.
They were four men.
Truth be told, they were four young men. They were way younger than her. They looked like rich kids. The four of them almost had the same features. Two of them gave her a mischievous look, the other two gave her an innocent look.
"Pretty sister!" they called her in unison in different octaves.
Han Luo blinked. She cocked her head and mumbled, "Xiao Lian, Xiao Ling, Xiao Uan, and Xiao Lin?" She was surprised as she uttered those names.
The boys squealed in joy.
"Yay! Pretty sister remembers us!" Mu Ling, the second son, gave a toothy grin.
