The beauty didn't manage to touch him because Leng Hao had pushed her away. He picked up his glass and continued drinking.
This time, the beauty couldn't remain calm. This man was quite interesting in the beginning, but now he appeared indifferent as if he was a different person. He treated them like air.
"Handsome, what's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong with our service?"
Leng Hao looked at the bar counter in front of him and said, "No, I just suddenly remembered that if my wife found out, she would be unhappy."
"Handsome, you're married? Why does it matter if you're married? Nowadays, every rich and powerful man has a few young lovers outside. You don't have to pay attention to that yellow-faced woman."
Leng Hao frowned and looked at them. "You're the yellow-faced woman!"
Beauty...
Well, this man was protective of his wife.
"My wife is... 18 this year. How old are you? 38?"Leng Hao sneered.
