"Dead Beast, you've got quite the unique perspective, huh?"
The icy CEO wife's gaze was sharp, her stare intimidating, sending shivers down the spine.
Lin Hai sheepishly shut up, holding onto a skewer of lamb, stealing a glance at his wife, not daring to make a peep, like a man grievously oppressed for a long time, pitiful beyond words.
"Uncle, hurry up and eat, poor thing." Huahua expressed sympathy, while comfortably polishing off more than a dozen lamb skewers, she wiped her cumin-covered lips after speaking.
"Beast Lin, stop acting so wronged, as if I've been oppressing you all this time," Ouyang Xiaoya pinched Lin Hai's waist fiercely with her delicate hand.
Such an action shocked Fire Girl and Satan once again.
An expert must always guard against their own vulnerable spots, like the lower back, for example.
Now a woman is pinching and prodding recklessly on King Yan's lower back, if Satan faced this situation, he would have smashed her into pieces long ago.
