Han Muxue said with an expressionless face, "Let me give you a heads up, never mind the team leader, but her fiancé is not only handsome and strong, his family is incredibly powerful. It would be no trouble for him to stuff you into a sack and toss you into a lake."
Xia Qingrou looked devastated, "Honey, you can look at mine, okay? You'd rather look at someone else's under their skirt than mine. That hurts my feelings, you know!"
"What are you talking about?" Shen Mochen cocked his head, sporting an innocent and puzzled look.
"Just keep pretending, braised chicken!" Han Muxue said, looking disdainfully at Shen Mochen.
Shen Mochen's face was unflushed and his breathing steady as he shamelessly asked, "What's 'braised chicken'?"
Xia Qingrou opened the tailgate of the pickup, pushed Han Muxue onto it, and laughed heartily without a care in the world, "She's saying you're perverted, sleazy, and trashy."
