However, he suddenly felt all his hairs stand on end, an eerie, prickly sensation, and discomfort set in abruptly.
"Big brother, shall we continue?"
The girl noticed his body stiffen momentarily.
"Haha..."
Wu Qing seemed quite cheerful, casually releasing her and grabbing the glass in front of him. He burst into laughter again and began teasing a few of his buddies.
But deep down, he felt inexplicably queasy.
Iron Hand watched her with a cold gaze, not even glancing at the woman beside him, focused on drinking alone.
Unlike Wu Qing, he was too detached, too wrapped up in himself, and his absolute disregard made the woman uncomfortable.
"Big brother, don't you like me?"
Iron Hand stared at his glass and remained silent.
"Hey, big brother, just grace me with a few words, will you? Or else, shall I join you for a drink?"
Iron Hand's eyes grew colder, and he frowned at her, "Stay away."
