"I..."
Liu Mengting was blushing, yet didn't know how to retort.
"Hey, hey, hey, what does us playing with dolls have to do with you?"
Shao Wuyou dug his ear, retorting unhappily, "I'm tired of women, can't I try something new?"
"Ha, a single dog just has no skills, why bother pretending?"
Ma Jiaran mocked with disdain on her face.
"Single your ass! Others might be qualified to mock us, but you, a used shoe worn out by countless people, do you have the right to say anything?"
Shao Wuyou was no pushover, holding back a bellyful of anger that couldn't be contained any longer.
Hearing this, Tang Ming and Meng Xianjun quickly lowered their heads to eat, feeling quite relieved!
"Who, who are you calling?"
Ma Jiaran was shaking with anger, pointing at Shao Wuyou and shouting.
"Whoever is a used shoe, that's who I'm referring to."
