Turning around, Tangyu saw Wang Dazhuang smiling at him in a lascivious way, which was laced with a hint of wickedness and admiration.
"Tangyu, you really are my idol. I thought you were just a bit introverted, but I was wrong, you're outright flirtatious and brazen. Lustful with a hint of the wolf, truly the cream of the crop in our Wolf Clan. No need to say anything, I get it, I get all of it. I'm on my knees for you, worshiping the great god," Wang Dazhuang said with an exaggerated expression, but the admiration in his heart was genuine. He had also seen the new assistant of Sister Xinxin a couple of times and each time, he was utterly mesmerized, as if she were a goddess. But such a goddess, he only dared fantasize about, not to defile. How he wished he could just shake his strong body and approach that beautiful woman with a line.
But—
