"Xiao Er?!"
The man, cold and silent, his features suddenly unpredictable, undercurrents swirling. Normally as steady as Mount Tai, he too now had a hint of panic in his eyes.
"Wow, that's R-rated stuff!"
Ai Le gaped at the scene as well, his rather handsome face glancing down to the ground.
Oh-my-god!
This is strip! tease! dance!
Han Luoli, durians for you, no need to thank me...
The previous bystanders enjoying the dancer's performance also cast curious glances over, their faces brimming with excitement.
Tsk, tsk, getting caught red-handed with a girl by the wife—this plot is evidently more interesting than the dance!
"Xiao Er, why did you come?" The man who lost his composure momentarily spoke hurriedly, his tone full of surprise.
Having been called out, Gu Xiaoer finally snapped back to reality, absolutely certain that the man with a face of guilty surprise was none other than her own Da Luoluo.
Han Luoli, you big liar!
