Keke, Anjiali, and Miyakawa Maya all turned to look at Pang Bo.
As Pang Bo headed out, he chuckled. "They say three women make a whole show. Heh heh, now we've got four women..."
"Get lost!"
Anjiali, Keke, and Miyakawa Maya all snapped at him in unison.
And this time, their voices were remarkably in sync. They all spoke in Chinese.
After spending so much time with Wang Yi, they'd picked up a few simple swear words.
It seemed that when people from any country learned a foreign language, the first things they picked up were polite expressions.
Hello, please, thank you.
The next things they learned were swear words.
Fuck, shit, die, and son of a bitch.
It gave you the impression that if you met a foreigner, you'd start with a string of greetings: "Hello, good morning."
Then follow it up with, "Fuck you, son of a bitch."
Baiyin, the aloof beauty who rarely spoke in front of outsiders, said nothing either. She just glanced at Pang Bo.
But Pang Bo could still read one word in her eyes: Get lost.
He chuckled. "Heh heh, I'm going. Heh heh, I'm going."
As he spoke, he scratched his head and closed the door to the physical therapy room.
In the locker room outside, Zhang Jiacheng asked Pang Bo with a sly grin, "So? Those four are all pretty gentle, huh?"
Pang Bo punched Zhang Jiacheng in the chest. "Gentle? Go see for yourself!"
Then he sighed. "Brother Yi really is blessed with good fortune when it comes to women. He's got an older woman, a little girl, a gentle and sweet one, and an ice-cold beauty by his side. When are we getting two more, so he can be like Wei Xiaobao and marry seven sisters-in-law?"
Zhang Jiacheng flicked