"Sis, I'm begging you, come on a date with me tonight."
As he walked in, he saw three stunningly attractive mature women. He couldn't help but swallow hard, fantasies forming in his mind about what it would be like if he could have them all.
He Yanrong inwardly disliked being called "Sis." The man was over twenty years her junior and still acted so slick and oily. Guys like this were the least reliable—far less dependable than Xiao Yan.
"Get out. I'm not interested. If you keep harassing me, I'm really going to call the police."
"Sis, please, I truly like you."
Looking at the man about the same age as her still pestering her,
Li Zhiyan stood up.
"Hey, buddy, let's talk outside."
"Who the hell are you?"
Seeing that Li Zhiyan was roughly his own age, the man instinctively felt hostile.
"You brought flowers to my mom—who do you think I am?"
It was the second time that Li Zhiyan had said this.
