"Oh, beautiful lady, you are as noble as a peacock. I was captivated the moment I first saw you. Might I be so fortunate as to have your name and contact information?"
A tall, handsome white man with a smile he considered charming approached the group of four, speaking to Yang Mutong in halting, non-standard Donghua Language.
'Damn, these foreigners are bold!'
The crowd on the pedestrian street cursed inwardly.
Just then, Yi Beidou's gaze locked onto a certain spot on the pedestrian street. He started walking, heading deeper into the thoroughfare.
Seeing this, Meng Qianyuan and the others immediately followed.
Yang Mutong didn't even glance at the foreigner, moving to follow the others.
"Lady! Lady! I truly mean no harm, please forgive my forwardness, just give me a moment…"
Unwilling to give up, or perhaps feeling he'd lost face by being ignored in front of everyone, the foreigner strode after her, even reaching out to grab Yang Mutong's arm.
