The young man sitting between the three people, upon entering, had the first reaction to turn around and leave; had it not been for the dragging of his two friends, he would have slipped out by now.
"Minghang, you've been picking for ages and haven't chosen a woman yet; don't tell me you and Lan Tao are the same, into men," said the date of the woman with jujube chestnut-colored hair. Named Wang Gang, he frequents places like the "Golden Splendor," and is quite unfazed by some particular tastes.
"Really? Why don't you take a look at this flower album of young masters in my hands, what's so great about those showy women," Lan Tao, a gay man, is only known to be so within the circle of friends. Had he known earlier that the healthy and handsome Ren Minghang swung that way too, he would have set his sights on him a long time ago.
