Mu Yan returned to the banquet hall, ready to find Song Cheng'an, when suddenly she was stopped by someone.
"Miss Mu, why are you alone?" A young man looked at her with interest.
He looked about twenty-seven or eight, with a roguish face, and his smile was even more lecherous, giving a very poor impression.
Mu Yan ignored him and was ready to move on.
But the man blocked her way and stopped her, "Miss Mu, are you interested in having a couple of drinks?"
Mu Yan frowned slightly, "Sorry, I don't drink."
"Miss Mu, are you disrespecting me? Do you know how many women want to drink with me, even want to get in my bed." The man looked at her disdainfully.
Mu Yan said coolly, "Then, sorry, I'm not one of them."
She didn't want to waste words with him and tried to move forward again when suddenly her wrist was grabbed by him.
The man's face darkened, "Don't be shameless after being given face, do you know who I am?"
Mu Yan felt a flame of anger rising and was about to fight back.
