As Song Wanning observed the Wolf Fang Gang, they also took notice of her.
She sat there like a celestial maiden who had descended to the mortal world, making everything around her seem dull in comparison.
It was as if the group of men could only see Song Wanning.
The man in the lead strode toward Song Wanning, roughly brushing aside the beaded curtain at the entrance. Then, with what he clearly thought was a suave slide, he came to a stop and sat down directly across from her.
"Pretty lady, all alone?"
"How about I keep you company for a drink?"
The man's words dripped with frivolity the moment he opened his mouth.
His once-passable face instantly became repulsive, enough to ruin one's appetite just by looking at it.
Song Wanning stared at him, her gaze heavy and her expression impassive.
The rest of the Wolf Fang Gang followed him inside, their eyes all fixed on Song Wanning with menacing glares.
