"Didn't you come here to be played with? Why pretend to be a virtuous maiden with me?"
The greasy-haired man said, his thick and salty hand becoming even more impudent.
"No, get away from me." The woman in red struggled and shouted, looking around at the crowd for help.
The tea house manager had seen it a long time ago, but he knew the identity of the greasy-haired man. His surname was Zhu, the son of a Minister of Personnel, not someone they could afford to offend.
He could only turn a blind eye and pretend not to see.
And the others in the hall, although they didn't know his identity, also understood that he must be extraordinary, otherwise he wouldn't dare to be so impudent; for the moment, no one dared to speak up.
The young gentlemen there couldn't be bothered and were all waiting to watch the show.
An Ziqi anxiously reached out to tug on Xiao Yimo upstairs, "Momo."
