Ma Qingqing finished speaking, and several oddly dressed men and women in the lobby, especially a few muscular men with tattooed arms, crowded around her.
Behind the door, and also behind Liu Zhizhong, four burly security guards emerged, blocking Liu Zhizhong's retreat. One of them even said coldly, "If you know what's good for you, scram!"
After speaking, he pointed towards the direction of the main entrance.
Liu Zhizhong turned his head to look at the entrance, glanced around, then said to Ma Qingqing, "Qingqing, you're still young, you shouldn't be mixing in these kinds of places. I promised your uncle I would bring you home."
Ma Qingqing put down the juice in her hand and screamed, "What am I, a child? What's wrong with this place? I'm here, what's it to you? Ma Xudong, that kind of man, dares to hit me and wants me to go back? Didn't he tell me to scram? If I scram, should I never go back? Why should I go back at all?"
