Zhao Dong merely flashed a faint smile, looking at Zhang Shaowen as if he were an idiot. "You're overthinking it. I really was just passing by. Besides, don't be so overconfident. Are any of the women by my side worse than Ding Lan?"
His words, delivered with a faint smile, silenced both Zhang Shaowen and Ding Lan. Ding Lan lowered her head, wringing her small hands, unable to describe the feeling in her heart. Zhang Shaowen was seething, but on second thought, what Zhao Dong said was true. Every woman around him was an absolute knockout; it seemed none of them were inferior to Ding Lan. In an instant, Zhang Shaowen's face flushed crimson. Just as he was about to speak, the disgruntled voices of the rich young masters sounded from behind him.
"Zhang Shaowen! Are you kidding me? How long does it take to fetch a woman?"
"Damn it, we told you to get your woman to dance for us, and you've been gone for what feels like a year! Are you even a man?"
