"Am I Mother Tigress? Huh?" Gu Changsheng's face was as fierce as a demon's as he took another step towards Zhou Zongbao.
"No, no! I am Mother Tigress! I am Mother Tigress! Beauty, you look as lovely as a flower, with a face that could launch a thousand ships. How could you possibly be Mother Tigress?" Zhou Zongbao backed away as he sought an escape route, frantically explaining!
Godfather! Where is the Mother Tigress here? This is simply a Mother Tigress that's even more tigerish than a Mother Tigress, okay?
He thought as much, but Zhou Zongbao would rather die than say it aloud.
Now he was like a god fallen into a pigsty—Bajie!
He absolutely dared not speak recklessly! It could cost him his life!
As Gu Changsheng closed in, he sized Zhou Zongbao up and down, "You? Mother Tigress? Isn't that a bit of a stretch?"
