Night, BBQ stall.
Liu Chuandao's words, like the smoke from the charcoal, swept across the whole round table.
Cao Kun was dumbfounded, damn it, how can someone be so vulgar?
Saying stuff like that in front of a girl?
Does this guy have no shame?
Cao Kun considered himself a gentleman, though he secretly desired Meng Zi Yun, he always acted with the grace of a gentleman, polite and proper in his actions.
Qiu Die's makeup-smudged face changed when she heard Liu Chuandao's words, and she swore: "You son of a bitch!"
For girls like them, calling names was never something they hesitated to do.
Not only did she curse, but the girls she brought along also insulted Liu Chuandao, and in no time at all, they had greeted his ancestors from eighteen generations back.
Liu Chuandao didn't look pleased, he stood up abruptly, ready to show them some color!
As a fight loomed, as the leader, Duan Shigang stepped in to smooth things over:
"Chuan Dao, what nonsense are you saying?"
