Why everyone wanna play with her

What was going on in this room, with broken bottles of wine strewn about and the smell of alcohol tickling the nose?

A man dressed neatly, he was wearing a black tuxedo with a crimson tie, his feet made a step, and he sighed heavily while loosening the tie around his neck.

He didn't realize this room was still the same as previously. "What's wrong with you, Sarah? What are you doing, are you making a scene, you look ridiculous and sad!" He said this with no pity on his face.

He had a gorgeous face, a razor-sharp nose, and the blood of a Caucasian and East Asian combination. His legs were long and he wore neat black slacks; he put one hand on his waist and the other on the bridge of his nose; he couldn't say anything else after seeing Sarah's abode.

"Did you ever wonder who made me suffer like this? Andrew, think about it!" Sarah yelled.

Andrew, the man, smirked sarcastically. "So, what do you want? You're bothering my girlfriend, you're bothering my life, and you're an attention-seeki