"Clap clap!"
Su Sheng clapped his hands, looking at Iceberg, his older cousin, Shu Jie, Leng Qingxue, Long Xiaoyun, along with Wang Yan and Zhu Yisha, as if they were seven fairies descending from the heavens.
Cough cough, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but they could definitely be considered seven golden flowers. At this moment, even he was a bit surprised, not knowing when he had become surrounded by such beauties.
But that was just for looking. He never forgot, not even for a moment, that he was already married and no longer a free man.
"Ladies, where shall we go now? Suggest a place with fewer people. With you all here, we're bound to attract trouble."
His words seemed derogatory, but they actually implied admiration; it's only beautiful women who tend to attract trouble, thus also increasing the pressure on men.
"Great, great, let's go to the night market!"
