Walter Schmidt sneered coldly and ignored him.
Ose Owen, although not looking sullen, had his mood somewhat affected. He was quietly drinking with a somewhat gloomy expression.
Morgan Benson maintained a calm and composed expression, leaning on his seat, sipping coffee with elegance, looking very much like a noble gentleman, refined and gentle.
"Alright, alright..." Lorraine Hanson shrugged, not insisting further.
Actually, he wasn't particularly eager to see the strip dance, but these guys are unlike other men; they don't even glance at beauties on the street, let alone stare directly.
Lorraine was just wondering, what would it be like to take them to a strip dance? Just thinking about it excited him, but they were not giving him any face at all, remaining completely indifferent.
With a smile, his eyes swept around at everyone, and a trace of mischief flashed in Lorraine's eyes as he suddenly stood up.
