"That little bastard!"
The woman in the cutout vest and a hip-hugging skirt with tassel fringe glared at Song Chao's back, then leaned against a nearby wall to rest.
'He dares to mess with *me*? I'll make him regret it!'
Her looks and figure were quite good. Her magnificent cleavage heaved up and down as she fumed in shame and anger.
「A short while later.」
Song Chao came out of the restroom, washed his face, and looked up to see the woman in the hip-hugging skirt staring at him with hostility.
"You little slut, you got the hots for me?"
Song Chao, never one to mince words, continued, "Even though I'm built like an ox, I'm not just going to bless you with my favor. Scram!"
The kind of woman he was after was a young, budding flower like Feng Lulu.
As he waved dismissively and walked away, the anger of the woman in the hip-hugging skirt flared.
Once she confirmed which private room Song Chao had entered, she immediately turned and left.
「Meanwhile.」
