Yan Simiao was thrown into confusion.

Seeing Yan Simiao's bewildered expression, the man couldn't help but feel that his pleasure tonight was practically guaranteed.

"Hehe... How about this, I'll spare your life, you give me your best friend, and I'll let you go."

The man clicked his tongue, revealing what he thought was a very handsome angle, and feigned a troubled yet magnanimous expression.

Yan Simiao was utterly disgusted by the man and frowned, "Don't even think about it!"

"Then don't blame me..." The man grinned lewdly, assuming that Yan Simiao also wanted it, and took two steps forward.

Yan Simiao was forced to retreat slowly. The effects of the alcohol were slowly taking hold, and her head began to throb with pain. She was on the verge of collapse and could no longer stand.

"Let's go." A figure appeared before Yan Simiao. With her remaining consciousness, she squinted and murmured, "This back view seems familiar...so handsome..."

After saying that, she and Qiao Zhen couldn't help but faint on the ground.

"How about this, bro? We'll split these two girls in half, okay?"

The man seemed unwilling to waste any more time and took out his phone to show him a photo. To his surprise, after seeing it, the man was so frightened that he ran away.

After finishing his business, the man turned around and looked at Yan Simiao, who was lying on the ground, half asleep, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Women are just trouble."

The man frowned, took out his phone and dialed a few numbers. Soon after, the people who arrived quickly helped Qiao Zhen up.

"Take her to a hotel, make sure she doesn't forget any of her belongings, and as for this woman..."

The man stared at Yan Simiao in deep thought. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out, "Leave it to me."

Then, the man took Yan Simiao into the car.

"Go home," the man said crisply.