The man collapsed at her feet, and Lu Xiaoyou kicked him a few times in the waist. She twirled the ruby ring in her hand, and the Golden Needle tucked under the ring's face retracted back.
Lu Xiaoyou looked down at her brooch for a moment, having accidentally bumped into a woman just now, she indeed picked up the wrong brooch.
It was almost laughable that this man would, in the middle of a jewel parade, publicly take advantage of a woman so brazenly—what a thrill seeker.
Pervert!
Lu Xiaoyou gave the man another kick on the shoulder and turned away.
Inside the exhibition hall, fragrances and beauties mingled, light and shadow cast a luxurious veneer, and the gathering of celebrities and gentlemen raised their glasses in a scene of lavish elegance.
Long Xiliang sat in a private booth devoid of light, and even with the door firmly shut, he could hear the loud clamor from outside.
Too noisy!
He disliked crowded places.
