Upon hearing Catwoman Xiaojie's words, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, who had decided to sit in their chairs, simultaneously stopped, staring wide-eyed at Catwoman Xiaojie and asking in unison, "What did you say?"
Catwoman Xiaojie smiled slightly, not at all concerned with Beiming Xue's cold gaze. She spoke again in a voice low enough that only the three of them could hear, "I said, Wang Yan's abs are so tight, but it seems like you two have no chance of seeing them."
"Why?" Beiming Xue's and Ouyang Feiting's voices suddenly sharpened.
"Because Wang Yan will be mine forever in the future." Catwoman Xiaojie laughed, as if she had already captured Wang Yan.
Upon hearing this, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting could no longer hold back and shouted, "I'm going to fight you."
With that, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting raised their arms and charged toward Catwoman Xiaojie.
Catwoman Xiaojie stood there, feigning a scared expression, exclaiming, "What are you two doing? Don't hit me!"
