The speaker is wearing a skull T-shirt and cargo pants, with a long brimmed beanie on his head.
He put down the chopsticks in his hand and began to look at Liou Qingcheng with greedy eyes, his mouth curled up in a very sleazy smile.
"Your girlfriend's interview has already passed. We can now train her in basic street dance moves. She might even get a chance to perform on stage, and if she's lucky, she'll catch the eye of a talent scout and become a big star. As for you... you have no talent, so you'd better scram."
The tattooed man gave Lin Tian a disdainful look. Apart from his decent looks, in his Nike tracksuit, he was just a nobody. Him being with such a goddess was like a flower growing in cow dung.
Liou Qingcheng's face turned pale with anger, wondering why there are always such pointless people wherever she goes. Are they so bored?
"Let's go." Liou Qingcheng grabbed Lin Tian, eager to leave immediately.
