Ye Que felt uncomfortable when he heard Chi Zaozao saying Tang Shichu and Ying Wuqiu had good figures. Slowly opening his eyes, he stared at Chi Zaozao with an inquisitive gaze.
"Are you sure they can compare with mine?"
This man not only had the ability to make money, the capital to be aloof, but also a talent for self-love.
Chi Zaozao disagreed, nodding, "Of course, you all are about the same height, probably the same weight too. It should be a tie."
"Zaozao," he called her coldly, holding her little hand and rubbing it on his waist, "Feel this for yourself. Isn't this body shape good?"
Chi Zaozao felt like crying without tears, "I acknowledge your strengths, but Wanyuan will appreciate Big Brother's, and Sister Bai Ling will appreciate Brother Shichu's."
"People say, 'to each their own,' if you really think you're better than them, why don't you go out and compete with them?"
No matter what Chi Zaozao said, Ye Que was too lazy to get up, he just didn't want to.
