As Wang Yun's voice faded, the entire volleyball court hall burst into laughter as well, tangled by such a heterodox man among men, Li Xiaoqiang surely had enough on his plate.
Li Xiaoqiang felt his legs weaken, his figure turning into a trail of dust, vanishing in the hall, still plagued by that guy Wang Yun, he figured today might be his last.
Li Xiaoqiang arrived at the golf course and continued practicing his swing. Soon, Zhou Haocheng came over with a group of people, including the beautiful Zhuye Qing, albeit in a different outfit.
At that moment, Zhuye Qing was dressed in a light blue outfit, her lower body clad in slim-fitting trousers which accentuated two sensuously straight, beautifully embellished legs, full of allure.
Underneath the blue silk clothes, her enchanting figure vaguely revealed the black suspender straps.
