"Does this have anything to do with me? Please don't point your phone at me, or I'll call the police." Du Wanrou said with a look of disgust on her face.
Wang Jian's face was embarrassed. Normally, when he tried to hit on girls, they would show a hint of admiration.
He would then exchange contact details with them, and eventually ask them out to have fun in the evening.
This was his usual routine, but today it had failed.
Wang Jian: "DAMN, playing the saint, huh?"
Du Wanrou's face flushed with anger: "Are you sick or something? Do I know you? Do I need to bother with you?"
"I've got a mouth on me—I'll say what I want, it's my 'freedom of speech.'" Wang Jian glanced at Du Wanrou's chest.
"...Shameless!"
Du Wanrou took out her phone intending to make a call.
"Bang"
"Ah"
Just then, Wang Jian screamed miserably and fell on the ground in a pose resembling a dog eating shit; his phone flew out of his hand.
The few people around Wang Jian quickly turned to look.