Sherry's face flushed bright red, the color even spreading to the tips of her pale ears. It was not from shyness, but because how could that person say something like that? What did he mean by "I'll give you face even with a woman here"? He was unbearably crude. She was still so young—how could she be called a woman?
Sherry, dressed in a white gown like an elf, had no idea that an excited roar was sounding in Mu Fan's ear. "Oh, a good start is half the battle! I'm very satisfied with what you just said! I noticed through the surveillance that fifteen men nearby were secretly looking at her. That means she must fit your humans' standards of beauty, right?!" Black's shameless values had somehow resonated perfectly with Mu Fan's.
Mu Fan nodded unconsciously. It was rare for Black to agree with him. This girl was pleasing to look at, and her voice was pleasant too. If Fatty knew what Mu Fan was thinking, he would have had no idea how to feel.
"And according to my extensive experience watching competitions..." Black suddenly realized that, in his excitement, he seemed to have let something slip and immediately stopped.
Mu Fan did not pay attention, because Kang Luo, who had been ignored repeatedly, had finally lost his temper. He could not tolerate being ignored in front of that beautiful Miss. His anger had now completely shifted onto Mu Fan, and he no longer intended to keep pretending.
"I'm saying, kid, are you looking to die?" There was no longer the slightest trace of pretense on Kang Luo's gloomy face.
"Kang Luo, what are you doing?!" Fatty was truly angry. This was his family's banquet. If he could not even protect his own friend, then what was the point