The man with a slicked-back hairdo and a rose tucked into his suit jacket approached.
He looked quite intimidating, yet the effeminate sound of his voice was somewhat jarring.
If nothing went awry, this man should be Wang Jianshu.
Such a typical setup of sending a green tea b*tch to cause trouble, only to make an entrance himself later, Lu Zixun had seen play out countless times in TV dramas.
And why didn't they arrange for some petty thugs instead? Wouldn't a 'hero saving the beauty' scenario be much better?
After sizing up Wang Jianshu for a moment, Lu Zixun instantly understood.
If they had actually arranged it, it wouldn't be 'hero saving the beauty,' but rather 'beauty saving trash.'
"Mr. Wang, we're merely here to catch up with Lin Siyin, is that not allowed?"
Seeing the displeased expression on Wang Jianshu's face, the heavily made-up woman offered a weak excuse, "Ah, my mistake, then I'll leave first and not bother you."
