Sheng Youxia felt so disgusted by those words that she wanted to vomit.
The few men beside her let out sleazy laughter.
Fu Shilv pinched and twisted, slowly letting strands of tobacco leak from between his fingers.
Young Mr. Zhao still refused to let go of the liquor bottle. He picked it up, went to the doorway of the private room, suddenly lifted a leg up onto the door, and then made an up-and-down sliding motion...
His butt occasionally thrust out a couple of times.
It looked just like someone not right in the head.
Fu Shilv's eyes grew even deeper.
Sheng Youxia thought to herself, could it be the bad stuff in the drink taking effect?
She then saw a figure rush past her and snatch the wine bottle from Young Mr. Zhao's hand.
Fu Shilv cursed the dirtiest curse, one that included "mother," which when coupled with his handsome, captivating face, was quite a sensation.
But the next moment, Fu Shilv used the wine bottle to smash Young Mr. Zhao's head.
"Ah—"