The place was growing crowded. Young men and women, along with some middle-aged couples, had filled almost every seat.
A middle-aged man glanced at Zhou Feifei and her friends, clearly restless and itching to make a move. His companion grabbed him, shook his head, and whispered, "Don’t cause trouble. Those people don't look like regular folks."
The man felt frustrated, but he suppressed his impulse. The woman beside him shot him a glare, sounding displeased. "I'm sitting right here, and you're already thinking about picking up other women in front of me?"
Chapter 42