It must be this guy's sleaziness rubbing off on me.
Yeah, that's definitely it!
With that thought, Yang Yan immediately landed a heavy flick on Fatty's head and cursed:
"You, what kind of creepy abilities do you have? You must've used that ability to peep at quite a few goddesses, right?"
Fatty was caught off guard and didn't manage to dodge.
Covering his now swollen forehead, he replied aggrievedly:
"Boss, what's sleazy about having abilities?"
"Besides, I haven't actually used this power to spy on that many women! I'm innocent!"
Yang Yan raised an eyebrow and delivered another flick, hitting him hard again:
"Not many? So, there were some?"
The thought of this shameless guy peeping on who knows how many goddesses made Yang Yan burn with jealousy.
"Boss, if you're going to hit me, at least give me a reason! I haven't done anything like that in ages!"
Fatty felt even more aggrieved.
His sad eyes, red and almost shedding tears.
"A reason?"
