The group of middle-aged men, having vaguely guessed Xue Yu's identity, were as docile as lambs. They didn't dare utter a word of nonsense and immediately did as they were told.
The man in charge made a phone call, then stood there waiting, watching Xue Yu with a look of desperate anticipation.
Xue Yu couldn't be bothered to spare him another glance, as if the man were nothing more than a piece of pungent stinky tofu. He looked at Xue Qian with a playful smirk. "Tell me, little sister, your choice of men isn't exactly impressive, is it? He’s got no real skills, yet he tries to play the hero. If I hadn't been here today, he would’ve been skinned alive."
Chapter 20