Jimmy Scott's face suddenly changed.
The "pretty boy" named Scott? Was she talking about him?
"Who are you, and why did you break into my room without permission?" It was the first time someone called Jimmy a "pretty boy," and his face immediately darkened.
This female thief actually knew him?
The woman didn't speak, pulled the spoon out of her mouth, squinted her cat-like eyes to study him for a moment, tapped the watermelon rind with the spoon twice, and then laughed, "That's right, you're the guy named Scott, just like in the photos. Hmm, you do look a little better than in the pictures, but still look like a pretty boy."
Being called a pretty boy again, Jimmy Scott couldn't maintain his poise. He pursed his lips, anger showing in his eyes, "Who the hell are you? If you don't speak, I won't be polite to you."
