"What's that noise?" Liang Zheng was always one to enjoy a spectacle, "In Brother Tang's territory, go see who dares to make a scene."
Beside him, a man immediately opened the door and went out.
Tang Jingyao grasped Meng Tian's wrist, pulling her back to his side, "Don't go out yet, be careful not to get hurt by accident."
After Meng Tian sat down, she tried to withdraw her hand but found that he gripped it tighter instead.
The man had been drinking, his gaze hotter than the highest proof alcohol, now staring at her as if he wanted to melt her.
"Ease up, it hurts," Meng Tian complained dissatisfied.
The corners of Tang Jingyao's mouth carried his signature gentle smile, "You only feel good when there's a strong grip, otherwise it's like tickling, what's the fun in that?"
"Tang Jingyao, can you be serious for once?"
With such a handsome face, speaking these shameless words was simply a waste of beauty.
