"Who's the fool that's actually going to strip and run a lap around the imperial city, a man or a woman? What do they look like, and are they in good shape?"
Xia Weibao, "Sister Xia Shi, why are you asking this?"
"If they're ugly and in bad shape, forget it—that's an eyesore. But if they're decent-looking and have a nice body, then I need to invite some journalist friends over for tea and a chat. It's fun to share good things, and it's more enjoyable to watch together."
Xia Weibao, "..."
So evil, but she liked it.
Her smirking eyes fell on Leng Yan.
The fool, who hadn't yet realized he was the one who made the vow, was huffing arrogantly.
"Xia Shi, don't listen to her nonsense. Unless someone is a fool, why would they make such a vow? It's just shooting yourself in the foot."
Xia Weibao, "..."
Xu Jiayang, "..."
Xia Shi, "..."
She felt like she already guessed who it was...
Xia Weibao smirked, "Boss, is it really okay for you to talk about yourself like that?"
