"Where did the girl go?" An angry voice was heard.

"The eldest girl feels like a loach and disappears into the crowd."

"Damn, don't let me meet next time, dare to spill wine on my face, stinky lady."

Zhao Bin looked at a few bald heads beside him and smiled slightly. He did not know why these so-called gangsters had to keep a shiny big bald head, but he knew one thing, that is, the little girl they were looking for was in his arms.

When he was bareheaded just now, the little ladies in his arms trembled, which was obviously a sign of guilt.

But he was surprised that...