Chapter 156 Mess With Zayn Guggenheim

"Where did this pretty little lady come from?" The man was impolite and directly draped his arm over Lindsey's shoulders as he tried to flirt with her. Lindsey’s face instantly darkened. This touch made her very uncomfortable and she shook it off abruptly. "Look, you little tw*t. I’m old enough to be your aunt." ‘I’m older, so what little lady are you referring to?’ The man froze, then looked at Ian Emerson. Suddenly, he laughed and said, "Aunty, you sure don't look like it." Lindsey felt that he was only laughing so hard because he had way too much alcohol that it muddled his brain. She said frankly, "Also, don’t call me Aunty. I’m certainly not related to a useless person like you." The smile on the man's face faded. Even Ian froze for a moment. The atmosphere between them seemed to turn awkward. Allie was observing from the side and no one noticed that she was still clutching the phone in her bag. There was a message on her phone that she had already typed out before they