The man hurriedly nodded and bowed with an obsequious look: "Young Master, have a safe trip. Feel free to drop by anytime."
Qinghe blinked her eyes, thinking that if he had a handkerchief to wave around, he'd be the spitting image of an old madam.
Ge Like's car was a flashy red convertible, and he occasionally whistled at the beauties on the side of the road.
Qinghe and her companions followed behind, ready to make their move in a more secluded spot. Seeing his actions, they couldn't help but shake their heads; with all his twists and weaknesses, why fuss over those silly indulgences?
Dasong and the others looked at Ge Like with disdain. A full-grown man who didn't like women but preferred men—this was something they, as rather conservative straight men, very much looked down upon. A perfectly good man playing the role of a woman was absolutely disgusting to them.
Dasong looked around, noting that there weren't many cars around at this time.
"Miss, let's do it here," he said.
