The appearance of Chen Lin took Lin Yi by surprise.
In his view, she should have been in Zhong Hai.
But soon, Lin Yi realized something was off.
Her steps were unsteady, wobbling, and her eyes lacked the sharpness she had at work.
Blue tight-fitting jeans paired with black high heels.
On her upper body, a white women's shirt, both elegant and casual.
The charm of a mature woman was perfectly showcased at that moment.
But it was clear she had drunk too much.
And after she came in, many men in the bar were looking at her.
They were scrutinizing her with their eyes.
To these people, Chen Lin in her current state was their favorite, the perfect prey.
If Chen Lin had come over sober, with her strong presence, few men would dare to look at her so wantonly.
Because they knew well, with their abilities, there was nothing they could do to her.
But now, she was drunk, making her the perfect prey.
