"Handsome guy, stop kidding around. Everyone who comes here to play is an old hand, aren't they?" The tattooed woman teased with a laugh, giving Shen Cheng a meaningful glance, "Could it be there's still a greenhorn?"
"You guessed right, sister here is one."
For Shen Cheng, this wasn't exactly a taboo topic.
If you are, you are; if you're not, you're not. What's there to hide and fuss over?
Knowing further discussion was pointless, the tattooed woman clicked her tongue in annoyance and walked away.
As to whether she's a greenhorn or not, there was no way to prove it, so it was impossible to make an issue out of it.
Soon, the tattooed woman hooked up with another guy, arm in arm, they entered the bar.
Drawing her gaze back, Shen Cheng huffed at Shi Yu and then turned to get into her own car.
Just as she had buckled up, Shi Yu opened the passenger door and sat down without hesitation.
