"Who are you calling ugly!" A man with a scar on his face stepped out of the crowd, his expression gloomy as he looked at Shen Zhaoli, "You woman really don't know how to appreciate kindness! I just saw her drinking alone, so I kindly came to keep her company!"
Shen Zhaoli's face was expressionless, overly colorful makeup making her look gloomy and cold: "So you mean to say that I should thank you?"
"Of course! Otherwise, such a pretty girl would have been drugged by someone already!" The scar-faced man looked at Shen Zhaoli impatiently, "Hurry up and pay up! Or don't even think about leaving!"
"I didn't bring any money."
"What did you say?" The tattooed gang leader's voice was much more sinister. He looked at Shen Zhaoli, suddenly picked up a bottle of liquor from the side, and smashed it on the table.
