"Hey, Lin Tingyu, what's that supposed to mean?"
Ai Tutu was the first to snap at Lin Tingyu's mockery. One hand on her hip and the other pointing at him, she demanded an answer, her face flushed with anger.
"Nothing in particular. I'm just telling the truth. What are you going to do about it?"
Lin Tingyu glanced at Ai Tutu and went back to admiring his manicure, his voice dripping with disdain.
The girls watching nearby couldn't stand that. They began denouncing him, some even cursing him outright.
"Hey, mister... no, miss. Who are you? Picking a fight for no reason?"
"Exactly! You're more womanly than I am. Did you get a sex change?"
"Sissy! You don't deserve to stand next to my Evil God. Get lost!"
"That's right, get lost!"
Lin Tingyu's expression didn't change as the accusations rang out around him, but inwardly, he looked down on the girls.
More womanly than a woman? It's called having taste. Hmph, what would a bunch of shallow women without an eye for beauty know?
After a moment, Mo Xie couldn't help laughing.
Lin Tingyu glared at Mo Xie and shot back with a sneer.
"What, can't take it now that I've exposed you as a pretty boy?"
Mo Xie shook his head with a smile. Disdain flashed in his eyes, and his voice turned icy.
"You got one thing right. You don't deserve to stand next to me... Xiao Fan, get rid of him."
"Hey, sissy! My brother told you to get lost. Didn't you hear him?"
At the hostile voice, Lin Tingyu looked over. Another young man had stepped out from behind Mo Xie, with a handsome, imposing Little Red Dragon perched on his head. It was so unusual that someone who didn't know better might mistake it