The laughter was like a stone tossed into a calm lake, sending out ripples that brought smiles to more and more faces.
Some of the more mischievous crewmen secretly pulled out their phones, tapped the screens, and started recording.
Nearby, a nervous-looking Natalia shook her head with a wry smile and put down the phone she had been about to use to call for help.
By now, Feng Shan was so drunk he was practically incoherent, his unfocused gaze unable to fix on anything.
He staggered forward, suddenly reaching out and grabbing Natasha's delicate cheeks. He pulled them lightly to the sides, mumbling incoherently.
"Wha're you laughin' at... Laughin'... No... no laughin'. I told you to dance... or else... I'll spank you, jus'... like yesterday..."
OOH!!
Frank, who had been standing to the side and observing silently, couldn't help but let out a loud gasp when he heard this.
His thick eyebrows shot up, and a look of dawning realization spread across his face.
