Liu Mang drove Lin Ziyan and Murong Yanran, two great beauties, away from Jinding Garden and headed straight to Dafuhao Bar, where Lin Jiaojiao was waiting for them.
While driving, Liu Mang glanced at Lin Ziyan, who sat in the passenger seat, "Look at you, wife, frowning and not happy?"
"Who would be happy encountering such things?" Lin Ziyan scratched her head vigorously, still struggling to believe the events from last night to now, "Am I dreaming, Liu Mang, tell me, this is just a dream, right?"
"That's right, not a single word is wrong, you are dreaming. Since it's a dream, taking a little advantage shouldn't be a problem, right?" Liu Mang said with a chuckle, reaching out his hand, attempting to cop a feel.
Lin Ziyan hurriedly swatted away Liu Mang's salty pig hand, and said irritably, "Even if it's a dream, you're not allowed to take advantage of me. Besides, if it were in a dream, would you ask me first? You would have just grabbed me."
