Damn!
To be surrounded by supermodified people in such a way!
For Yang Ming to be able to sit calmly now was already the limit of his psychological endurance.
The positions these guys chose were really too good.
Front, back, left, right, as long as a fight broke out, they could seal off all his escape routes at the first sign of trouble, unless he directly tackled Catherine, this tough nut, to have a chance to break through the encirclement in three seconds.
To say they hadn't chosen these seats on purpose—Yang Ming wouldn't believe it even if Bryant were beaten to death!
"Hey, hey!"
Catherine stood up, greeting him, then her pale hands glided over the smooth fabric of her evening gown as she sat down gracefully across from him.
The atmosphere was slightly heavy.
Yang Ming spoke first, "What would you like to eat? This counts as meeting an online friend, right?"
