Facing the fiery gazes of the three women, Ye Fan felt his scalp tingle as if he were the kind of man who had found a mistress outside and then all mistresses had met up, ready to gang up on him. Why am I thinking this? I haven't done anything to them, have I?
"How should I see it?" Ye Fan said sheepishly.
All three women nodded simultaneously and said, "Yes, what do you think about this situation, and with which of us three are you going to have dinner?"
"Well... can I just stand and watch?" Ye Fan chuckled awkwardly. He had a fondness for all three women in front of him, but if he chose one, he'd definitely hurt the other two. So he decisively chose to play dumb—not picking anyone, not hurting anyone.
"No way!" the three women glared with beautiful eyes, staring at Ye Fan.
