"Little punk, who do you think you are, acting all high and mighty in front of me?"
Zhu Ge gritted his teeth as he spoke; he'd lost five hundred thousand Yuan in a blink and hadn't even held Ye Li's hand yet. Can you imagine his frustration?
"You can think that if you want."
"Since you don't appreciate what you've got, don't blame me for being rude to your girlfriend."
After saying that, Zhu Ge strode over to Ye Li and reached for her cheek.
"Beauty, your boyfriend dumped you, come with me."
He spoke with a cigar in his mouth, looking every bit the ruffian.
"Show some respect, please." Ye Li glared at him, a trace of displeasure flashing across her face.
"Okay."
Zhu Ge then moved his hand to Ye Li's slender waist. "There, how about now?"
"That's cheeky!"
Ye Li was much taller than Zhu Ge. She suddenly lifted her right knee and struck him precisely on the jaw.
