Xiang Lanxin leaned forward, planting both hands on the table as she stared at Luo Xiu with a playful smirk.
"Well, you son of a bitch. This isn't just a coincidence. Talk about a small fucking world for enemies!"
"When you walked in, I thought I recognized you from a distance. I can't believe it's really your fucking face."
Sitting beside Luo Xiu, Lin Xiyue sized up Xiang Lanxin. Seeing the woman covered in tattoos and hearing her foul mouth, she couldn't help but frown.
"Luo Xiu, who is this…?"
Luo Xiu shrugged and smiled. "I don't know her. Just some punk girl I ran into while traveling once."
Xiang Lanxin suddenly burst out laughing. She stepped back a few paces, took out a cigarette, and lit it.
"I really didn't see this coming. I never thought a stinking beggar like you could clean up so well."
Her gaze shifted meaningfully to Lin Xiyue. "Hmm… this must be your girlfriend, right? She's not bad-looking. My brothers would probably like her a lot."
