At this moment, the booth by the window.
Qiao Jing looked expressionless, coldly watching the few punks who suddenly surrounded her.
Their faces bore sly smiles; clearly, they harbored ill intent.
One of the punks sat directly next to Qiao Jing, appraising her stunning face with leering eyes, saying, "Hey beautiful, are you alone?"
Qiao Jing opened her mouth, just about ready to tell him to "get lost," but before she could speak, another punk chimed in, "Being alone must be boring, right? We happen to be free, so why don't we join you for some drinks and fun, what do you say?"
Just as he finished, another one added, "On such a late night, coming out alone means the beauty must be lonely and seeking company. We're delivering just what she needs; she definitely won't refuse us."
Upon hearing this, the punks exchanged lascivious smiles.
Next, they laughed while attempting to lay hands on Qiao Jing.
Seeing this, Lin Yun was momentarily stunned.
