"Hey beautiful, wanna grab a drink?"

The people on the dance floor could tell from these burly drunkards that they were not to be trifled with, and instinctively moved away from that area.

Disappointed, Li Xin'er smiled particularly brightly at the group, beckoning to the one in white who had spoken first, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"You want to have a drink with me?"

The man's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

"Yes, brother will buy you a drink."

Damn, this woman's smile is even more deadly!

Li Xin'er shook her head.

"I don't want to drink anymore, I'm going to get some late-night snacks."

After saying that, she walked out of the dance floor without waiting for his reply.

The others, egging him on, put their arms around each other's shoulders and followed.

Li Xin'er walked towards the door. Awen was completely drunk and unconscious, but many of the bar staff knew about her heroic act. As she was leaving, some people greeted her.

"Take care, boss."

Li Xin'er nodded in response.

The waiter who happened to be in charge of her private room, the same guy who had initially taken her order, saw her and went up to her, saying:

"Boss, should I keep the rest of the wine for you?"

Li Xin'er waved her hand.

"It's yours."

She's only been here once, so it's not interesting anymore. She might not come back a second time.

The simpleton hadn't expected her to be so generous. There were still bottles of wine left, each worth several thousand yuan; he dared not accept them. He quickly followed her, saying as he did so:

"Then I'll keep it for the boss. You can come and get it from me next time you come."

I'm number 105. When you arrive, you can ask the salesperson to call me.

I'm only available on holidays. If I'm not there, you can contact...

Li Xin'er felt a buzzing in her ears and a headache.

I stopped and glanced at him. The young man looked to be in his early twenties, tall and burly, with a round, somewhat dull face. He seemed simple-minded, but he talked incessantly.

Under her scrutinizing gaze, Hanhan tensed up, stood ramrod straight, grinned with his big white teeth, and exclaimed in embarrassment:

"boss."

Just then, those guys with the thick gold chains caught up, sauntering Li Xin'er in a nonchalant manner.

"Hey beautiful, let's go!"

Number 105, the simpleton, instantly looked tense; these people didn't seem like good people at all...

Li Xin'er couldn't help but smile. He really was young; his thoughts were written all over his face. She waved at him.

"I'm leaving, bye-bye."

Stepping out of the bar felt like entering a completely different world; even my ears felt a sense of relief.

"What would you like to eat, beautiful lady?"

The man in the white shirt was twirling a luxury car key in his finger, holding a black leather bag, and striking what he thought was a very cool pose.

The others egged them on, laughing:

"Is that even a question? Of course you want to eat chicken, right?"

"Ha ha."

Undisguised lewdness and obscenity.

At the bar entrance, there were all sorts of drunkards, but these few stood out conspicuously.

Li Xin'er looked down at her fingertips, her tone indifferent.

"I'm not eating anymore, I want to go home."

The smiles that had been playing on their faces vanished, a display reminiscent of a Sichuan opera face-changing act.

A man with a face full of acne scars, dressed in black, spat on the ground and glared fiercely at Li Xin'er.

"That's not up to you."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and blocked her path.

Li Xin'er's lips curled slightly; she had given them a chance, after all.