Xiao Qimo stared at Yu Ren for a few seconds.
His scorching gaze swept from top to bottom, puzzled.
Could it be that the little rascal likes this type?
Xiao Qimo was somewhat distracted, due to irritation.
When he snapped back to reality, he unexpectedly discovered a hint of triumph in Yu Ren's eyes, amplifying the irritation in his heart.
Yet, he had no choice but to suppress the fluctuating emotions and silently watch Lu Mian, waiting for what she would say next.
This was the secret competition between mature men.
Calm and collected, with no communication, clashing in silence.
Fat Hao and Shouhao beside them grew even more uncomfortable, simultaneously stepping back to escape the odd circle.
Half a meter away, Lu Mian, the concerned party, remained clueless. She stood erect, prim, and serious.
But her action was rather dandy, as she laid a hand on Yu Ren's shoulder, leaning in a bit closer to him.
Xiao Qimo's heart sank.
Her choice is...
