"Do I need to apologize?" Tang Zheng looked at the Colored Contact Lens Girl.
"No, no need." When the Colored Contact Lens Girl was swept by Tang Zheng's icy gaze, her legs trembled, and she shuddered, her yellow urine soaking through her bikini and running down her thighs, dripping onto the floor.
Some men stared at the Colored Contact Lens Girl with greedy eyes, ogling her thighs and chest. If they had mobile phones, they would have taken pictures of her incontinence and posted them on social media.
The earring man looked at Tang Zheng, dumbfounded, not expecting him to be so violent. Remembering how he had just yelled at him, he immediately got scared, his heartbeat speeding up, and he shrank into the crowd.
