Meng Lang returned to the private booth to find that a few barbecue dishes had been ordered, and the two of them were actually skewering meat.
Yan Weiwei, eating a chicken wing, gave him a suspicious glance.
"Going to the bathroom took you that long?"
"Oh, I stopped to watch the excitement on my way back."
"You sure you were watching the excitement and not checking out the girls? The girls here dress so skimpily, I understand these things, you know, being a man and all."
Like you're a man, what the hell do you know!
Meng Lang rolled his eyes.
"Instead of worrying about whether I went to see the girls, you should be more concerned about the beauty from your place. Seems like she's run into some trouble..."
As he spoke, Meng Lang pointed towards the area near the stage in the distance.
Yan Weiwei turned her head in confusion to look...
...
Lin Haitang and the band had just finished performing and were stepping down from the stage when seven or eight thugs surrounded them.
