Chapter 107: The Same City (Please Subscribe/Collect and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

"That's right," Byrne nodded confidently, pointing to his own eyes, "With these eyes of mine, I can tell the difference between B and C from a hundred meters away, even through thick cotton clothing. How could I not recognize you?"

As he spoke, he suddenly paused and looked behind He Ao, "It seems our dear Miss Sharp Tongue is about to be at a disadvantage."

With that, he bent down and took out a kitchen knife and spatula from beside him.

He Ao followed his gaze and saw that Naomi, who was serving dishes at table 8, was about to be groped by the tattoo-covered patron, who was slowly reaching his hand toward Naomi's shapely behind.

Naomi stepped back two paces and rolled her eyes, "Do you have a mother? If you have one, why don't you go home and reach out with your pig's trotters there? See if your mother wants to stuff you back in? Oh,"