"Who is she?"
"The Dragon One Team's resident beauty, Mao Xiaotong," A Fu said calmly.
"Mao Xiaotong." Meng Fan repeated her name, studying the girl closely.
She had neatly styled short hair and a sweet, youthful face. She looked eighteen or nineteen.
Her face had smooth contours, a perfectly sculpted jaw, and plump cheeks brimming with collagen that made you want to reach out and pinch them.
"What are you staring at, pervert!" Mao Xiaotong noticed Meng Fan's gaze too, and her expression was far from friendly.
"A Fu, she's talking to you." Meng Fan laughed and patted A Fu's arm. He hadn't expected people to call A Fu a pervert.
"Me?" A Fu pointed at his own face, utterly baffled.
He couldn't remember doing anything to offend Mao Xiaotong.
"Xiaotong, were you talking to me just now?"
"Not you. I meant him," Mao Xiaotong shouted, pointing at Meng Fan.
"I'm a pervert?" Meng Fan looked bewildered. He had just been laughing at someone else, only to discover she had meant him all along.
"Yes, you're a pervert," Mao Xiaotong insisted, showing him no mercy.
"Have you mistaken me for someone else?" Meng Fan protested, then turned to A Fu. "Does she not know who I am?"
That was the only explanation Meng Fan could think of.
Given how powerful he was, surely no one would call him a pervert right off the bat.
"I know who you are. You're Meng Fan." Mao Xiaotong planted her hands on her hips.
"I thought you didn't know who I was. I suggest you take back that compliment right now-no, I mean, take back that insult."
"See? You really are a pervert."
"Xiaotong, what's going on? He's a guest. Watch what you say." A Fu stood up for Meng Fan.
"A Fu... you're