A chill ran down Su Shuochi's spine as he watched the women swarm him from all directions. He shot Han Jinghong a sideways glance.
The man shuddered, a bad feeling washing over him. He knew he'd chosen poorly.
To avoid revealing his true strength, Su Shuochi could only dodge the women swarming him like flies.
He couldn't be bothered getting entangled with them, though he was well aware that among them were young ladies from prominent families.
It wasn't that he was afraid of them; he just wanted to avoid trouble at all costs. He had always kept to himself, even before getting married, and he hated places like this.
After getting married, he was perfectly content with his wife. If he weren't here looking for someone, he never would have set foot in this place.
He never expected these rich girls to be just like the dance hall hostesses, clinging to him like leeches.
