Yang Yifeng wore a peculiar expression as he looked at Ye Zitong, then glanced over the dissection room, noticing that nearly every man inside was glaring at him as if they wanted to kill him.
"Sorry, beauty, this seat is taken. Go find another place to sit," Yang Yifeng said with a playful smile, but his words nearly incited a frenzied howl from all the men in the room!
What a nice guy!
Such a great guy!
To shoo away such a beauty from sitting next to you, that's like seeking welfare for all of us guys! A true friend, indeed...
"Beauty, come sit by me, my spot is clean!"
"Cut the crap, your spot is right next to the toilet, clean my ass! Beauty should sit here. I get good lighting!"
"Good my ass, you're sitting in the corner, what kind of lighting do you even have!"
"..."