Still not satisfied after speaking, she pointed around her and shouted so loudly that even the roof tiles trembled.
"Pick any young talent in Sunset City with your eyes closed, and he'd be better than him! I just don't understand what's so great about that bastard!"
Ye Hongxiu was left speechless by the retort. Her lips moved, the expression on her face shifting again and again before finally turning into a cold snort.
Tang Feng, hiding in a private booth, scratched his head when he heard the two women's exchange.
Looking at Bao Xiaoqin before him, he smiled. "Believe it or not, that guy is definitely having a streak of romantic luck. One woman after another is giving him trouble—if that's not romantic luck, what is?"
"Looks like it," Bao Xiaoqin replied blandly, with no emotion detectable in her voice.
Yet she felt a trace of jealousy. Or perhaps women were like men in this regard—the more unattainable something was, the more fascinating it seemed.
Like candy in a child's eyes: the farther out of reach it was, the sweeter it seemed.
There was only one thing she had forgotten.
She had forgotten that she had once seen Wang Xian's naked body, that the two had spent an entire night entangled by Cloud Dream Lake, yet she had not gotten what she wanted.
She had forgotten that Wang Xian, as he was now, did not count as a real man.
Just as the two kept chattering back and forth, a sudden commotion broke out in the hall downstairs.
Li Xiangxiang and Ye Hongxiu actually headed down into the main hall, one after the other like two proud peacocks, neither willing to be outdone.
They passed through the crowd and arrived before the raised platform that had long been prepared, waving