"Xinyi told me everything about you," Xiao Fangfang said with contempt. "I've studied your type. You're the kind of man who's dropped his integrity somewhere and couldn't find it again even with a 3,000-watt spotlight. Whenever you think about something, your first instinct is to head down a morally skewed path. Am I wrong?"
A smirk of disdain touched Ye Xiong's lips. "Oh, please. You? I'm surrounded by beautiful women, and every single one of them is better than you. Xinyi is purer than you, Sister Hua is more charming, and Weiwei is hotter. Each one keeps me company for two days a week, and I rest on Sunday. It's a perfect schedule. When would it ever be your turn?"
Hearing this, Xiao Fangfang shot to her feet, her face flushed with anger.
"Are you saying I'm not as good as them?"