The more they talked, the more their faces become distorted with smutty grins.
Although Xuemei couldn't bear these men, she managed to suppress the impulse to attack them.
She had been observing them closely just a moment ago. Among them, the man in the apricot-yellow clothes seemed to be dressed like a rich young master, his clothes made of very fine material. Comparatively, the other two men's attire were vastly inferior.
However, on closer inspection, the apricot-yellow clothes were old and faded, obviously quite worn out.
His head was uncovered, he wore a pair of black cloth shoes with a hole in them, and even the folding fan in his hand was just a common poetry fan, also rather rundown.
From this, it was apparent that this man was not of any significant standing.
Having perceived this, an idea formed in Xuemei's mind. She rose and walked over to the point where she was two steps away from them, smiled and asked, "Were you gentlemen just discussing Ma Pingfeng?"
