(Urban fiction weekly recommendations remain first for a week, and finally, the new book list is also number one! It's been a long time without a new book at the top; I'm speechless, Old Lai is even a bit misty, thanks so much, everyone! Hopefully, next week we can maintain the new book's first position for a week!)
The atmosphere among the three was already weird. When outsiders came to disturb, everyone's attention immediately shifted to them. They saw three men with cigarettes in their mouths, staring lecherously at Yu Xiaodi and Chen Xiaoen, the two girls.
Both of them frowned and tightened their grip on Li Yan's arm.
Li Yan pointed at the theater, which was only about thirty or forty percent full, "So many seats, and it's still not enough for you to sit?"
"Sit your mother! We are law-abiding citizens, sitting according to our seat numbers!" The tattooed man shouted.
"Fine, show me the ticket stubs then!"
