Zhiyan sneered coldly, and just at that moment, Shasha withdrew her jade hand, allowing the powder to fall unchecked onto the young man's body.
"Ah!" Shasha screamed deliberately, her gaze trembling with shock as she stared at a certain part of the young man. In an instant, all eyes, as if spotlights, shot toward the young man, including the girl in white within. The women present blushed, and the men who were drinking nearly spat out their drinks—having seen the outrageous, none had witnessed such audacity; indeed, in broad daylight, he harbored those crooked thoughts, tsk tsk...
It was about time, Shasha's eyes flickered slightly, "Sir, are you, are you alright?" Shasha raised her eyes, her own brimming with a layer of water, her voice calling out with a mix of grievance, innocence, and utter confusion. That tender voice sounded pitiful in the ears of the audience, and to the young man who was already on the verge of passion, it was undoubtedly a fuse.
