"Girly, what's your name? Who's your leader?" A middle-aged man unscrupulously checked out Ye Wanwan's figure.
"You've got the wrong person," Ye Wanwan coldly said as she glanced at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man stared at Ye Wanwan, his lips turning up. "Oh? You have quite the temper…"
Before Ye Wanwan could say anything, the woman in red haughtily examined Ye Wanwan with disdain evident on her face. She asked the middle-aged man, "Brother Xiong, what's good about this trash? She pretends to be holier-than-thou, but she should look in the mirror first and see who she is!"
"Ah, Xiao Lan, don't be jealous. Brother Xiong still loves you…" The middle-aged man lasciviously slapped the woman in red's butt as he said that.
The woman in red pouted. "Brother Xiong, what are you saying? I'm just afraid this trash won't service you well."
