"You lecherous wolf!" Tang Yao shook off Ye Huan's hand, fleeing in shame and anger.
Ye Huan chuckled lightly, finished his coffee in one gulp, and left the café as well.
Suddenly, Brother Huan's expression darkened.
The five hundred yuan "extorted" from Zhang Song was almost gone, certainly not enough for a hotel stay.
Could it be he has to sleep under the overpass again?
Damn it!
Forget it, if I have to sleep under the bridge, so be it.
Hmm?
Ye Huan's brow furrowed slightly, sensing keenly that someone was watching him, but there was no hostility or ill will in that gaze.
Could it be a beauty has set her eyes on me? Being handsome is such a hassle!
Brother Huan clamped a toothpick in his mouth, and headed toward the overpass.
"Is it... an illusion..."
Inside the Rolls-Royce, Liu Tianyun frowned, as she had been waiting for Ye Huan to walk out of the café.
In fact, at first glance, she felt Ye Huan looked somewhat familiar.
