"Hahahahaha!" The laughter of the two men was nauseating.
Ya Mi was about to explode with anger.
But how could the two of them, being women, fight against two men?
Xing Ling was also somewhat panicked, as the other patrons watched on with indifference.
What to do?
"There's a saying in China, isn't it, 'If you don't drink a toast, you must drink a forfeit.' Is that how it goes?"
"So, behave and play with daddy nicely, or else..." The man reached out, intending to touch Xing Ling's face.
Just as Xing Ling was about to grab a bottle from the bar and smash it, she heard another deep voice, "Or else how?"
In the dimly lit bar, even this deep voice seemed as if it were coming from a far and indistinct place.
Xing Ling turned her head and saw him; her body froze in shock, the bottle dropped from her hand with a clatter, leaving her stunned.
Ye Sihan walked in the front, followed by two bodyguards, his aura pervading the room, oppressive and strong.