Chapter 118 Could it be the Ye Family?

The host was Ye Ranran.

"That chick is hot, I've had my eye on her for a while!" A drunkard blurted out first, and the men and women present all joined the discussion.

"She's that gold-medal stand-up host from Sheng Country, called Ye Ranran."

"I know her, she's an easy lay, a cheap bargain. Just give her money and investment, and she'll play along."

"Hahaha... From what you say, you almost got her, huh?"

"Damn right, I've kissed her several times, how is that 'almost'..."

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The rest was too filthy to bear listening; every word was dirty beyond measure.

The gentleman, who had previously appeared as refined as jade, suddenly began moving his eyes. He rose gracefully, like a jade statue come to life, touched the second button of his suit with his left hand covered in a black leather glove, and turned around, his gaze not straying toward those who were still incessantly slandering Ye Ranran.