Men and Women scattered around, more than a dozen present.
Especially with Chen Fang still present.
A troubled look appeared on You Lu's face.
Zhao Long, however, didn't care at all what she thought, with one hand he grabbed her neck and pushed her down.
Helpless.
You Lu could only open her mouth and take it in.
"Ex-boyfriend, comrade, has Little Lu ever given you a blowjob? Don't be fooled by her small mouth, the wraparound feeling is awesome, haha..."
It was obvious that Zhao Long wanted to humiliate Chen Fang.
Zhao Long asked mockingly.
Chen Fang didn't want to stay here even for one more minute.
He paused, then said, "I don't want to drink the booze, but I still have to take my bag back."
"Oh, you've got quite the attitude."
The long-haired young man beside them stood up.
He picked up a beer bottle from the table and walked towards Chen Fang with a menacing air.
A conflict seemed inevitable.
Clang!
The door of the private room was pushed open.
