Liu Mang leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Take good care of yourself."
Lu Mengyao was initially confused but soon a blush spread across her cheeks, and she scolded Liu Mang, "You're just a scoundrel!"
Liu Mang quickly stepped back and spread his hands, "Can't I even say that? Honestly, there are no perfect people in this world, nor is there such a thing as the most beautiful person. But there are the most beautiful women I've seen, like, among all the people we've met, there's always someone who's pretty, and someone who's prettier, right?"
"Of course," Lu Mengyao said. "Like you, you're the most shameless, the most lecherous, the most hateful and annoying person I've ever seen, bar none."
"A slap is affection, a scold is love; I'll just take it as you loving me."
Hearing this, Lu Mengyao rolled her eyes. What a thick-skinned person, she thought, "Thick-faced. Then you tell me, excluding me and Lin Ziyan, who else in Jiangnan City has the best figure?"
