"Hooligan!"
Yuan Miaomiao walked up to the trio and immediately spotted Wu Xiaoshan's eyes, unwaveringly fixed on her, and she cursed him without a good air.
"Who's a hooligan?"
Being labeled a hooligan by a woman, and one who had not left a good impression on him at that,
Wu Xiaoshan simply couldn't stand it and retorted irritably.
"You've been staring at my chest the whole time, you're practically drooling; if not a hooligan, what are you?"
Wu Xiaoshan was so angry he argued righteously, "I was looking at your face, not your chest. And where am I drooling?"
"Dare to look but not to admit it; truly pathetic."
Yuan Miaomiao snorted in disdain and flicked her hair before walking away.
"I see the Qiankun Eye predicts a flurry of romantic troubles for you tonight; you better be careful with men, or else... Humph!"
It really wasn't his business, but to prove he hadn't been staring at her chest, Wu Xiaoshan still had to say something.
