Fang Che chuckled lewdly: "How about we make a bet?"
"Bet on what?" Ye Meng's face flushed.
"If I win, those three positions I mentioned last time..." Fang Che raised his brows, a wicked grin on his face.
"And if you lose?" Ye Meng rolled her eyes, her face even redder.
"If I lose, I'll unlock three positions for you!" Fang Che said with a look of fearless self‑sacrifice.
"Shameless! Rascal!"
Ye Meng was both shy and angry, and was about to throw this guy out.
"Hold on..." Fang Che said, "There's something... how come only Zhao Ying'er counts as a threat? What about the others?"
"That Lan Xinxue... I don't feel any threat from her at all, even though she's provoking me." Ye Meng rolled her eyes, and said arrogantly: "Just with her... all she makes me feel is disgust, not threat."
Fang Che chuckled: "What about the others?"
"The others... I haven't noticed any for now, but Zhao Ying'er is a big threat."
"So you really dislike Zhao Ying'er too?"
