"Don't go, there's no room left, just stand here."
The man, seeing that Song Yitang and Ding Lixiu wanted to change places, smirked and stretched out his hand to block their way.
While he was speaking, Song Yitang's hand had already reached for her waist.
"None of your damn business."
Song Yitang looked around and, seeing that there indeed was nowhere else to go, could only pray that more people would get off along the journey.
The man watched Song Yitang as if she was a porcupine.
He raised his head, stroking his stubble, his gaze overtly scanning up and down over Song Yitang and her companion.
As if he was looking at his own prey.
Not acceptable, she had to deal with him first.
Song Yitang detested the way the man looked at her, shuddering without feeling cold.
Disgust almost made her skin crawl.
"Xiuxiu, come stand over here."
Song Yitang shielded Ding Lixiu in her embrace, turning her back to the man.
