Yin Mo didn't mind Wei Ang's scrutiny and politely asked him to take her to see Li Qiao.
Who could refuse a beauty's request?
Wei Ang eagerly extended his hand forward, "Miss Yin, please follow me."
After they walked away, He Chen stood still, his handsome face clouded over with an ominous gloom.
Is He Ao courting death?!
At this moment, Luo Xi, with her arms crossed, surveyed He Chen and kicked the muzzle at her feet, "A man using this kind of thing on a woman is either hypersexual or dysfunctional, it's also a manifestation of seeking pleasure psychology."
He Chen looked gloomily at Luo Xi, "Do psychologists always like to speculate about others' psyches?"
Fuck, dysfunctional.
If it weren't for the fact that he wasn't interested in this bony woman, he wouldn't mind showing her his prowess.
Luo Xi shrugged and disdainfully kicked away the dirt-stained muzzle, "It's not speculation, it's drawing conclusions based on facts."
With that, she brushed past He Chen.
