Su Xiaoli lifted her gaze to see a middle-aged man in a suit, his face smeared with sleaziness and lewdness.
She hesitated, then shook her head, "Uncle, I came here with my friend, not alone."
Uncle?
The man's facial features stiffened for a moment.
Shortly after, he walked over and plunked himself down next to Su Xiaoli:
"Little beauty, I'm only in my thirties this year, you should call me 'brother,' not 'uncle.'"
Su Xiaoli pursed her lips and glanced at him.
Truly... he didn't seem to be in his thirties at all.
He looked more like he was over forty.
But she obediently nodded her head, "Okay, 'brother.'"
After speaking, she took a deep breath, put down the things in her hand, and stood up.
Though she could be quite oblivious at times, Su Xiaoli clearly understood what it meant when the man sat down next to her and ogled her with lecherous eyes.
Just as the girl was about to leave, the man quickly reached out to grasp her wrist:
"Where are you going?"
