Would these people also view her in the same way?
The young man stopped himself from thinking further. His eyes were dark and gloomy, as if he was only one step away from an endless abyss.
After a long time, he spoke with a hoarse voice, "I have other matters, I'm leaving first."
The dark shadows intertwined in the private room. The cleanliness he had once obtained by stepping on others was now mercilessly dragged down into the mud.
His whole body was dirty and unbearable.
Now it was his turn.
The actress by his side hurriedly grabbed him, "Hey, what's wrong with you. I brought you here out of goodwill, what do you mean by leaving now?"
She clung onto the young man's hand, her nails leaving several red marks on his arm. The next second, the woman felt a cold gaze on her.
The young man hung his head low, his messy bangs covering his exquisite eyes. The look in his eyes was gloomy and angry. His voice was deep and icy, "Let go."
