"You..."
Chen Dashan's words made Xue Mengyu's face turn red with anger; seeing Chen Dashan's "what can you do to me" expression, she was furious.
She frowned at Chen Dashan, her red lips opening and closing, unsure of what to say.
After a long time, she finally squeezed out three words: "You scoundrel!"
Chen Dashan smirked, "What did I do to Miss Xue?"
"How do you know I'm a scoundrel?"
As he finished speaking, his eyes lingered playfully on Xue Mengyu's ample chest.
Xue Mengyu crossed her arms over her chest, just as she was about to explode, Chen Dashan turned and pushed open the VIP room door, striding out.
Her fury had nowhere to vent. "Smack!" She slapped her palm heavily on the glass table.
Watching Chen Dashan's retreating back, her well-defined chest heaved violently, she cursed, "Bastard!"
"Pretty boy!"
"How dare he put on airs in front of me, I..."
Halfway through speaking, Xue Mengyu suddenly thought of something and her pupils contracted in shock, "No!"
