Ya Shitian snorted coldly, "A miracle?"
Master Bei laughed lewdly, "Your smile just now was so sleazy. Come clean, who were you talking to?"
"It's none of your business."
"Let me guess, was it your woman?"
"..." Isn't that obvious?
Master Bei laughed even more lewdly, "Or was it your lover, right?!"
Ya Shitian's eyelid twitched, and he arched an eyebrow in response, "My lover?"
"Don't deny it, your sleazy look just betrayed you. People in love smile like idiots. Haha, I never thought I'd see you looking like an idiot, haha..."
Ya Shitian's face suddenly darkened—
The bodyguards around him dared not even breathe loudly, while Master Bei's laughter was the most joyous.
Ya Shitian suddenly reined in his anger, curved his lips into a scornful smile, "What's a lover?"
To him, women fell into only two categories: his women and not his women.
There were no other terms in his dictionary.
The time was quickly approaching evening.
