Weilan's face darkened, her eyes particularly icy.
A man can be humorous and witty, but if his topics are too much, it borders on being frivolous.
Weilan glanced at him coldly, "Please have some self-respect and don't casually bring up such colored topics to attract attention."
"I'm just curious, and I want to know if he can satisfy you in that regard? You're such a beautiful woman, if he can't satisfy you, you can find me." Zhuang Yuezhou looked at Weilan with a suggestive gaze, his language even more explicit.
"There's no need for Young Master Zhuang to worry about what happens in someone else's bedroom. Are you a voyeur?" Weilan bluntly retorted, glancing at him and coldly said, "Now I finally understand why my brother never bothers with you."
Zhuang Yuezhou's eyes narrowed, he snorted coldly, extremely self-assured, "You know?"
Weilan had a bold guess and she too smiled confidently, "Of course."
"Then tell me, why?"