She leaned back and was shocked. They were three ruffian-looking men, and she had no idea why they were chasing her.

He quickened his pace and ran faster.

But how could she compare to three men?

Soon they were caught up by the men, and the yellow-haired man in the lead laughed and shouted:

"Why are you running? Talk to your brother."

Huang Qumei had never encountered such a thing before. She had only heard of little hooligans before, but she never thought that she would actually encounter one.

Thinking about how I had tried to dress nicely every day in order to outdo Lu Aicheng, I even tied my hair like her.

Huang Qumei stepped back and retreated directly to the corner:

"What do you want to do?"

The yellow-haired man said in a vulgar tone:

"What else can I do? You, of course."

The two people behind him were a little surprised:

"Brother, didn't you say that she has a lot of money in her pocket and wears nice clothes? She must be rich, right?"

Huang Mao slapped him on the back:

"That was just now. Now I find that she is good-looking and seems quiet. I need such a cultured person. Go to the alley and let her go."

"Besides, I'm already in my twenties. Do I need to report to you guys if I want to find a wife?"

Huang Qumei's heart almost stopped beating out of fear:

"No, no, no, I don't have any money."

"It's okay. Be my wife and I won't need your money anymore."

As he said that, he came over and pulled Huang Qumei's collar.

Looking at the other person's black hands and scoundrel appearance, Huang Qumei was so disgusted that she almost vomited.