Guo Zixiang saw through Wang Hao's thoughts, he gently patted his shoulder, and played the part of a weathered old man imparting wisdom, "Brother, you get used to this kind of thing after a while, and nothing surprises you anymore. By the way, have you taken a fancy to anyone? If not, shall we have them bring in another batch?"
Before Wang Hao could reply, a few nouveau riche hooligans, strutting like they owned the place, stumbled over.
One of them, with a big belly and a black mole on his face, locked his eyes on Wang Ruoxi as soon as he saw her.
"This chick is really pretty. I, Old Zhou, am going to have a really good time tonight!"
Before the words even ended, he lunged at her like a breeding pig.
"Ah!" Wang Ruoxi got startled and quickly stepped back, struggling to free herself from the clutches of this crude tycoon.
