"Darling, stop being so difficult, just come with me obediently..."
The man tightly gripped Mu Zhenzhen's arm, and she felt like it was about to break.
But driven by the instinct to survive, she endured the pain and shouted loudly, "I don't know you... I really don't know you... I'm not going with you... Let go..."
People on the dance floor began to notice the commotion, and a few glanced over, but were too scared to leave the dance floor by the tattooed man's intimidating glare as he summoned a few men.
The tattooed man desperately dragged Mu Zhenzhen outside while she cried and struggled, seeking help.
Perhaps realizing that she was resisting too fiercely, the tattooed man suddenly changed his mind, a flash of anger passing through his eyes, and he abruptly pulled her towards a private room.
"Darling, if you don't want to go home, let's not make a scene here, okay? Let's talk in the private room, let's talk in the private room."
