They wore garish floral shirts, all unbuttoned, their chests exposed. Thick gold chains hung around their necks, their hair dyed in clashing colors. One glance was enough to tell they were bad news.
"Hehe, little girl," one of them leered.
"Look at her, she still has baby hair on her face," another laughed.
"Damn, brothers, we really hit the jackpot today!"
Song Yue's face went pale. "Who are you? Did you call me here?"
"Call you?" one man snorted. "So you're a prostitute?"
"Yeah, we called you," another chimed in crudely.
Fear surged through Song Yue. These were clearly not the people she was supposed to meet.
"You've got the wrong person," she said quickly, turning to leave. "My friend isn't coming. I'm leaving now."
But the men closed in, blocking her path completely.
"Don't rush, little sister. Who are you waiting for anyway?"
"That's right," another said with a grin. "Don't be shy. Come with us."
Two of them reached out to grab her.
