Meanwhile, the bald man was also intently sizing up Zhao Qian.
As Zhao Qian saw, the bald man wasn't just a nobody, he was also a quick shooter.
But he was extremely sleazy.
And it was precisely because he was inadequate that his mind was somewhat twisted.
Despite his age, he was more interested in women's underwear and socks than the average man.
"Slut!"
At that moment, the bald man refused to move to another spot. He wasn't attracted by the luxury car behind Zhao Qian but was eyeing Zhao Qian himself; he squinted his eyes and thought:
"I just want to hold you, why the fuck are you pretending?"
"Don't know… don't know what you're looking at right now? Why are you crossing your legs so tightly? Did you do something guilty?"
"What the fuck?"
Just as the bald man was thinking sleazily to himself, he suddenly saw a shiny drop of water flow from under Zhao Qian's skirt and drop to the ground.
