Hearing Wang Hao's question, Zhao Yuqing's pretty face turned crimson with embarrassment, and she snapped, "Shameless!"
Wang Hao pursed his lips and casually pulled out his pocket, "Beauty, I was talking about my pocket. How is that shameless?"
Zhao Yuqing's face turned incredibly awkward, her sparkling eyes darting to the hem of her skirt and then to Wang Hao's trousers.
It seemed it really was about the pocket!
Wang Hao chuckled and said, "Beauty, are you thinking about something unhealthy again?"
Zhao Yuqing huffed with haughty pride and retorted, "Hmph, you're the one thinking about something unhealthy. That doesn't count—I was just mistaken. Ask me another question. I, Bingxue, am brilliant. Do you think you can scare me?"
Just then, a bald brute with tattoos of dragons and tigers came over. Seeing a stunning beauty like Zhao Yuqing, he drooled all over the place.
"Beauty, how about going for a drink with me?" he asked.
