"A man. And he is handsome. It's a pity that you're ugly. The handsome guy will have no feelings when he sees you. He can't spend a night with you."
Nonsense!
Zayla cursed secretly and continued, "I don't care whether he is handsome. It's so cold. Anton, do you want the wine? If not, I'll take it back."
Looking at the wine in Zayla's hand, Anton hesitated.
Zayla took the chance and was about to leave with the wine. At that moment, Anton stopped her.
"Hold on."
"Anton, what's wrong?"
Anton looked at the wine in Zayla's hand.
"It's Okay to drink some wine to get warm. Don't be drunk."
"Even if the guy inside ran away, you could find him again. He wasn't familiar with here."
What Zayla said made sense. Anton and his men swayed. They began to persuade each other.
Finally, the wine bottle was opened.
The bodyguards shared the wine. The night was no longer cold.