Yang Fei sneered and gave Moran the finger.
"A man like Fatty Master, who is loved by everyone and adored by flowers, doesn't need to flirt with women."
"All the women come to me on their own, okay?"
Moran almost jumped over to twist this fat man's ear.
Moran had seen plenty of shameless men.
But such an audacious guy, she had never heard of nor seen.
Yang Fei looked at Moran, almost about to lose it.
He shrank his neck, chuckled, turned around, and left.
Moran was startled: "Where are you going?"
The fat man joyfully ran out of the room, his voice echoing back inside.
"Of course, I'm off to prepare for a romantic date. Birds need to seize the initiative to catch worms."
As he spoke, he rushed out of the room and disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
Moran stomped her foot, grinding her teeth.
"You fat man, be careful, or someone might chop you into mince, and make big meat buns."
