Wen Linyu squinted his eyes and took a few steps forward, carefully scrutinizing the group of people.
Sure enough, he noticed a young girl among the group of men.
Even though Wen Linyu wasn't sure if the girl was An Li, he didn't hesitate to walk towards them.
An Li was so drunk she was barely conscious, leaning limply against a man with a crew cut.
The man had one arm around her, while the other hand was reaching for the ID card handed back by the staff.
Before he could take the ID, the beauty in his arms was suddenly pulled away.
The man with the crew cut found his arms empty and realized that the person who took An Li was not one of his own.
He turned back, shouting at Wen Linyu, "Who are you? Why are you holding my girlfriend's hand?"
For once, Wen Linyu's face turned ashen, and he tried to steady An Li against himself as he spoke to the man with the crew cut, "And who are you?"
