Call for Help in Vain

As she spoke, she took out a pen and tissue, preparing to write a number to prevaricate.

"Since you like to sleep early and get up early, how about we going to sleep now?"

The man directly took Isabella's pen and reached out to hold her shoulder, "Beauty, you are open. Let's go and have fun together with my buddies."

The biggest difference between the hooligans here and those hypocrites that Isabella usually saw was that those hypocrites would still behave themselves in front of others, and hooligans had no bottom line.

Isabella's expression changed. She shook off the man's hand and wanted to leave. When she left, she found that her bag was in the other man's hand. She said angrily, "What do you want to do? Let go of me!"

"Sure." The man with the nose ring became more interested when he saw that Isabella was angry.

"Let go of me!"

Before Isabella finished speaking, the man let go of her. Isabella staggered back a step and crashed into the arms of another tattooed man.