Before Gim left, a man appeared, it was Chuck. He was leaning against the door, and said casually, “Is it time to return my date to me?”
What a pair of mortal enemies, every time they met, there must be a fierce confrontation.
“She is different from those women around you,” Gim coldly spoke.
He still held Vichy in his arms, didn’t intend to put her down.
The playful expression on Chuck’s face disappeared, his vision became sharp, which was no weaker than Gim. He taunted, “It’s none of your business. You only need to know, she is my date now.”
As Chuck spoke, he reached out and tried to take away the woman in Gim’s arms.
But he didn’t succeed. It was completely a deadlock.
Chuck leaned against the door, standing in the way.
A fight seemed to be triggered at any moment. Some passer
