“You! You! You…” Ramona pointed at the middle-aged man in front of her, unable to utter a word for a long time, her face turning an angry shade of blue and purple.

“What what what? Don’t tell me you’re about to turn fifty. If you say you’re in your thirties, people would believe it. You really take care of yourself well! Ramona, you used to be a celebrity. Your figure is really making me drool!” The middle-aged man, emboldened by alcohol, licked his lips and moved ...