"You!"
Leng Ning stared blankly at Jiang Xinghai, then quickly turned her body to the side.
'She was well aware that her proportions weren't exactly harmonious. As an older, unmarried woman, her body had developed naturally, untouched by any outside influences. Could she really be blamed for that?'
'But to hear those words from Jiang Xinghai... it just felt strange!'
"Don't you dare be so fresh with me again, or I'll chop off those lecherous hands of yours!" The more Leng Ning thought about it, the angrier she became, whipping her head around to glare at Jiang Xinghai again.
"If you chop off my hands, then no one will be able to help you fix your figure," Jiang Xinghai said, his eyes fixed on Leng Ning's shapely curves.
Leng Ning heaved a long sigh, apparently at a loss for how to respond to his remark.
"Speak. Why were you following me? Was it simply to find out my identity?"
