"..." This...this is just too blatant, isn't it?
"What if it's a husband?" Sheng Ning seemed to notice someone clenching their fists.
"If he's your man, then I can't borrow him." Mary seemed to feel regretful that she couldn't borrow him, her blue eyes sizing Xu Qigang up and down, trying to get a few extra glances.
"Although I can't borrow him to use in bed, isn't it fine if I borrow him as a model? He'd look fantastic in a suit."
The calmness that Xu Qigang had just regained was immediately swept away by a stormy expression. Mary, who hadn't sensed the danger earlier, now fully felt the chilling killing intent.
She nervously hid behind Sheng Ning and cautiously said, "Uh...he doesn't seem very willing."
"..." At least you're not completely oblivious.
"Well...if he's not willing, then forget it." God! How dangerous, why does it feel like Death is calling out to her?
