Lin Shiyan, holding a wine glass, walked up to a man with a mushroom haircut and black-framed glasses, who looked to be in his twenties, and asked, "Can I buy you a drink?"
Ever since he came in, this man had ordered a glass of juice, sat in his chair without speaking to anyone, didn't dance, and had a cautious expression, as if it was his first time in such a place. He might even be a virgin.
When he heard Lin Shiyan talking to him, he was so startled that he almost spat out the juice in his mouth.
"Whoa! What's up with the Goddess's taste?"
"The Goddess has quite a strong taste!"
Everyone's face in the bar couldn't help but twitch violently.
Seeing Lin Shiyan's chosen target, Wang Dadong immediately prepared to laugh out loud.
However, Wang Dadong didn't have time to laugh before Lin Shiyan turned her head around and gave him a playful smile.
Seeing that smile, Wang Dadong's laughter froze.
