Yan Yinuo held a tissue she hadn't had the chance to throw away, and faced with the thick London accent in English, she was taken aback.
Looking up, she saw a burly and fat black man.
"Why aren't you speaking? Are all the girls from your place like this?"
This black man was obviously drunk, exuding a strong smell of alcohol with his breath.
As he spoke, he was inching closer to her.
"Excuse me, sir, please let me pass," said Yan Yinuo, keeping a composed face, but inside she instinctively felt unease.
This was the staff restroom, not one for guests, so there weren't many people around.
Had this man been targeting her from the start?
"Let you pass? Let what pass? Where to? Go back to your piano?" The man burped, chuckled lewdly a few times, and stretched out his dark hand, trying to grab her.
"Please don't get handsy," Yan Yinuo's eyes filled with fierceness.
Having the halo of the Yan Family's eldest daughter above her head, she had never encountered this problem before.
