Qiao Jing had just rejected the slicked-back-haired man when another buzz-cut man came over to chat with her.
"Hey pretty lady, if you're not interested in partnering with him, how about me? I've already bought movie tickets—it's the latest romance film, and they say girls love watching it."
The buzz-cut man finished speaking and flashed the two movie tickets he was holding at Qiao Jing.
Before Qiao Jing could say anything, the slicked-back-haired man already interrupted, displeased.
"Hey! What's the deal? You know I started chatting with her first, and now you're trying to steal her away. Looking for a fight, huh?"
The buzz-cut man retorted, "So what if you started first? Didn't you hear the lady already rejected you? She's not interested in watching with you; still planning to cling on?"
Qiao Jing timely cut in, "You're right, but I'm also not interested in watching with you. Please, neither of you bother me anymore."
