The gloomy young man saw that the strong men had surrounded her and felt relieved; this woman seemed delicate, yet he had failed to capture her after several days.
"See where you can run today. Keep running around, and I'll break your legs." He showed no mercy or compassion for her.
"Wait, what do you think you're doing!"
Ouyang Xiaoya's eyebrows knitted as she stepped in front of Xiaocang.
"Yo, little girl, wanna have some fun with the brothers?" one of the strong men said.
The other strong men were also taken aback for a moment, then burst into arrogant laughter, unabashedly ogling Ouyang Xiaoya from head to toe.
"Grab that woman too, so she won't get in the way."
"Yes, Third Young Master."
"Ha ha, brothers, we're in luck, this chick is hot."
One of the strong men burst out laughing.
Among those in the café, Ouyang Xiaoya was considered the most beautiful.
