Wang Chao was at a loss for words.
He really had no interest in these girls.
Let's not talk about whether these models are good-looking or not, just looking at their unrestrained and flirtatious styles, Wang Chao couldn't possibly have any kind of relationship with them.
There are plenty of innocent girls out there, a bunch of beauties around him, what type does he not have—charming, cool, capricious, whatever temperament he wanted, he got it. He wouldn't lower his standard to mess around with these overly flirtatious girls.
With that in mind, the girls pounced on him again, their faces contorted as they lunged towards Wang Chao.
Wang Chao found himself being surrounded by a mob of girls, squeezed in the middle, and all he could see in every direction was a sea of white, with any random grab came shrilly screams.
"Fight!"
The assistant director on shore was holding up a sign in Wang Chao's direction, with these two words written on it.
