Such a ruthless kick, at least two egg tarts must be exchanged!

The entire hall fell silent.

Lin Feng looked at the woman before him, her back turned to him, striking a seductive pose, and actively asking to be hit. His mind could barely process it.

He was just an ordinary restaurant owner.

Did running a restaurant these days mean he also had to moonlight as someone who catered to customers' strange fetishes?

No money, trading her ass for egg tarts?

What kind of new payment method was that? Butt-scan payment?

He had ten thousand complaints in his heart and no idea whether he should voice any of them.

Meanwhile, Bi Ji had completely given up.

In despair, she raised a hand to cover her face, feeling that she had never been this humiliated in her entire life.

The soul beast clan's dignity had started with Di Tian's pig head and ended with Zi Ji's raised backside. It was utterly gone.

My Lord, this mission is too difficult. I truly can't do it!

Just as Bi Ji's fury was about to overwhelm her reason for the second time and she prepared to clean house on the spot—

A cold yet authoritative voice rang out.

"Where did this wild chicken come from? How dare you cause trouble here?"

It was Bibi Dong.

She had only just managed to secure the position of the "official wife," and she had been thinking about how to guard against Hu Liena, Zhu Zhuyun, and the other little vixens who were constantly plotting to usurp her position.

And now another one had appeared?

And this one was even more outrageous—she had come right up and stuck out her ass, playing this wildly?

How could Bibi Dong tolerate that?

Bang!

A muffled impact rang out.

Bibi Dong did not even rise from her chair. She merely lifted a leg