Zhao'er's smile remained unchanged, a serene smile that caused Pu Qidong to lose his soul.
Always one to sweet-talk, the self-proclaimed "Teflon Don" of the Eastern Sea Pújiā, Pu Qidong, suddenly stammered, "I... I..."
"The intention of this young master from Eastern Sea Pújiā," you spoke slowly, your voice drifting over as leisurely as your figure, "is to invite you to dinner after the arena match, and it would be even better if we could do something to enhance our relationship. I'm right, aren't I, Young Master Pu?"
In the blink of an eye, you were standing by Zhao'er's side, reaching out and pulling her into your embrace by her waist.
Seeing you make such a move, Pu Qidong furiously shouted, "Li Muyun, get your dirty paws off her!"
At that moment, you laughed.
Your eyes slowly narrowed.
