A hostess with a graceful figure stepped forward and after a few words of formalities, a burly man with a bare, bronze, muscular upper body climbed into the ring.
Instantly, the applause was thunderous.
There were also many noble ladies pointing at a certain bulge in the man's lower region, talking about it with vulgar and sleazy words.
The women from wealthy families appeared dignified and elegant on the surface. But when they got frisky, they could be much wilder than the streetwalkers in the red-light district. The U.S. Secretary of State Hilton was a prime example.
Ye Zixuan looked at Wang Hao with soft affection and said, "Uncle, you must be careful. Don't forget, you still owe me a hotpot meal!"
Wang Hao affectionately stroked Ye Zixuan's nose and said, "You little glutton, still thinking about hotpot, huh!"
Ye Zixuan pouted, looking very cute and innocent.
