"Xue Mei, what's with that look in your eyes? Could it be that besides a striptease, you've prepared some other more thrilling entertainment?"
Lin Fei strode towards the living room, his mouth not forgetting to keep rubbing salt into Xue Mei's "wound."
Initially, Lin Fei had just suspected that Xue Mei might have set a Banquet Trap for him. When he felt the almost imperceptible oppressive aura coming from the middle-aged man next to Xue Mei, his suspicions turned into a certainty.
Since Xue Mei had indeed set up a Banquet Trap, she clearly had malicious intentions, and naturally, Lin Fei would no longer be courteous to her.
"There are plenty of acts, I'm just afraid you won't be around to see them!"
Lin Fei's discourtesy successfully ignited Xue Mei's anger. The woman's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly as she stared rigidly at Lin Fei, a surge of murderous intent swirling in her gaze.
"Cough cough, my young friend, as a guest from afar, please take a seat first."
