At the same time, he sensibly stopped talking altogether.
But the short man called "Brother Jun" started staring intently at the three women, his smile sleazy and unsettling.
Using what he clearly thought was a polite tone, he said, "Heh heh, three lovely ladies, how about giving me some face and joining us in the next room? Our private booth is way bigger than this one."
After saying that, he glanced at the table.
Seeing there were only twenty or thirty bottles of beer on it, his face showed a hint of disdain. "We've got way more drinks in our booth—and plenty to go around, guaranteed."
Brother Jun kept grinning, his expression dripping with lechery.
The three women naturally found him repulsive, their faces filled with obvious disgust.
"No need, we're just fine here. Plus, we don't even know you, so please leave!" Yang Ruoxi immediately refused loudly.
However, her words remained relatively polite, clearly aiming to avoid escalating the situation.
