"Hey, little sister, here alone?"
Mu Bingtong was hit by a wave of pungent alcohol and bad breath, looking up at the person blocking her path. It was a burly big man with an earring stud on one ear, a thick gold chain around his neck, and tattoos on his arms, cornering Mu Bingtong against the sink.
Just a glance at the gold chain around his neck told Mu Bingtong that this guy was a fake trying to act tough.
"Could you please move aside?"
"Don't leave, huh?"
"Get out of the way!" Mu Bingtong cast a sidelong glance at the disgusting man, the stench of alcohol made her stomach churn.
"Wow, feisty, I like it. How about keeping me company for a few drinks? I guarantee you'll thrive at the Fenghua Hotel."
"I don't understand what you're saying."
Mu Bingtong lifted her foot to leave again, but the man wasn't happy. He pressed down on Mu Bingtong's shoulder forcefully, and with too much momentum, the man fell into Mu Bingtong's arms.
