Milan's words made Wang Xiaoqiang feel a bit awkward again—the girls from the United States indeed tend to be quite direct. However, Milan was perhaps too straightforward. Wang Xiaoqiang of course understood that the girl in front of him merely idolized him as if he were a star, not truly liking him for himself. At that moment, he replied, "If Mikoer were here, she would feel that what you just said was undervalued..."
Wang Xiaoqiang's words surprised Milan. Just then, Mikoer came over with two stemmed glasses in hand and placed them on the table, smiling at Wang Xiaoqiang, "What are you guys talking about me?"
"Nothing, they were just saying how pretty you are!" Wang Xiaoqiang shrugged.
The four of them sat around the table. Wang Xiaoqiang took out a bottle of fruit wine that Luo Ke had brought, gripped the bottle with his right hand and the neck with his left hand, and with a push of his thumb against the cap, the Aura of Geng Metal surged and, with a pop sound, the cap opened.
