"Whether it's over or not, this kind of place is not for us."
Bryan White noticed Ose Owen's look through the rearview mirror, frowned, and reached out to close the car door. But Lorraine Hanson held on tightly, even squeezed half his body in, stubbornly preventing him from driving.
Muttering, "You guys, if you're determined to hang on one tree, fine, but being henpecked too!? Come on, come on, get out of the car, it's just a strip club bar, just look but don't touch, don't take it seriously!..."
As he spoke, he opened the backseat door and started to drag Ose Owen out of the car.
Bryan White resisted the urge to curse, immediately started the engine, glaring at Lorraine Hanson: "Lorraine Hanson, are you trying to get us killed!?"
The four of them either had wives or girlfriends. Although they seemed gentle and easy to talk to, no woman, no matter how gentle, would not mind, or even get angry, knowing her partner came to this kind of place?
