Men, at any time, would never allow their "prestige" to be insulted.
"You could send some pictures or something, then pretend it was a mistake." Ah Long cleverly suggested.
Ah Hu vigorously shook his head, "I wouldn't dare, you go ahead!"
Ah Long: "..." Actually, he didn't dare either.
Just then, Fu Xue came along. She was clad in a tight black leather jacket that accentuated her sizzling figure, with flaming red lips, a stunning beauty.
"Fu Xue, Fu Xue." Ah Long hurriedly called out to her.
Fu Xue stopped in her tracks, looking coldly at Ah Long, "What's up?"
"You care about Young Master Ye the most, help him out!" said Ah Long.
Fu Xue's complexion changed drastically, and she immediately tensed up, "What happened to Young Master Ye?"
"There's something not quite right with Young Master Ye in a certain aspect, I'll send you some pictures, and you forward them to him privately." Ah Long kicked Ah Hu, who immediately sent the pictures to Fu Xue.
