"You're Lin Tanyu!" the woman's slender fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, tightly gripped the wine glass, "How did you know I was here?"
"Huang Mao, seems like someone beat us to the punch," said the punk with dyed yellow hair as he looked over.
The man known as Tu Ya frowned slightly and snorted disdainfully, "Damn, someone dares to hit on the chick I've got my eye on, in my territory? They're asking for trouble."
Saying this, Tu Ya stood up, ready to make a spectacle of this handsome guy in front of the woman—jealousy towards attractive men was clear in the intentions of these hooligans.
The handsome man was none other than Lin Mo, whose gorgeous face was not concealed by any spells.
"Beauty, fancy a drink with me?" Tu Ya posed affectedly with a cocktail in hand, walked up to the woman, and struck a cool pose.
The punks with him stood behind, their faces carrying a mixture of mockery and disdain as they stared at Lin Mo.
