"Damn it! Why is she here?"
Ye Fan was inwardly shocked. This time, he was truly done for. Awkwardly, he said, "What are you doing here?"
"Enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Luo Yazhi said.
I'm speechless, Ye Fan thought. Any explanation will only make things worse. If she records this, my life is over. He quickly sent the two masseuses away.
Mo Chou, however, cracked his eyes open, still relishing the massage. He glanced at Luo Yazhi, then at Ye Fan. "Ye Fan, who's this chick you brought along? She's a real looker. You've got great taste!" he remarked.
Ye Fan nearly coughed up blood. This is so awkward I could just die.
Luo Yazhi, however, simply kicked the cigar from Mo Chou's lips, grabbed his collar, and hoisted him into the air. The action terrified Mo Chou. As an ordinary man, he was no match for her. "Bodyguards! Bodyguards, get over here and throw this woman out!" he shrieked. "Where is that bunch of useless fools?"
