Song Jingwan, What Game Are You Playing?

As the girl was slightly drunk, she was extra weak.

At that moment, the middle-aged man snapped out of his daze. He shook his head and looked in the direction of the voice.

As soon as he looked at her, his eyes immediately filled with desire.

He stumbled a little and tried to grab Song Yaoyao's wrist. "Another beauty! Hehe, come play with me. I have money. I can buy you anything you want!" 

Song Yaoyao furrowed her brows and stared at the drunkard in front of her.

She moved a little as she watched the man's disgusting hand reach toward her.

All of a sudden...

The girl on the floor suddenly got up and held onto the man. "Quick, run! Go call the police!" she cried.

Song Yaoyao narrowed her eyes in suspicion like a tired kitten. "Song Jingwan, what game are you playing?"

She actually saved her?

"F*ck! Little wench!"