"Hey beautiful, looking for a room? Why not join ours? There's no free bed, but we can share one."
Just as Little Yue was about to return to report to Ye Qingfeng, a flippant voice suddenly sounded.
Three young men approached, lecherous smiles on their faces as they spoke.
Little Yue's face immediately turned icy cold. As an assassin, she was not someone to be trifled with easily, and she instantly felt the urge to kill.
Ye Qingfeng's expression also turned cold. They were in the center of the hall, so the three young men did not realize that Ye Qingfeng was with Little Yue.
Seeing Ye Qingfeng's expression, Lin Yanran was startled. She knew of Ye Qingfeng's cold-blooded nature and quickly said, "Ye Qingfeng, calm down. It's dangerous to make a move here. Let me handle this."
"Xiao Ling, what are you doing?" Lin Yanran shouted, striding out.
"Lin Yanran?" The three young men recognized Lin Yanran, and the one called Xiao Ling was the one who had just teased Little Yue.
