"Continue," Leng Sichen said expressionlessly.
"Oh," Lin Xue continued practicing her swing with a nervous heart.
Leng Sichen's face was like the weather in June, unpredictable and constantly changing, almost driving them insane.
Finally, the competition began.
The women rubbed their hands together, wracking their brains on how to intentionally lose to Leng Sichen naturally, yet many harbored the desire to win, eager to see Leng Sichen strip.
The participants included Leng Sichen, Ou Mingxuan, and two other fairly fit company heirs; the rest were hard on the eyes!
Leng Sichen could not be allowed to lose, and as for Ou Mingxuan, based on past experiences, the women around him were experts in this regard and surely wouldn't lose. It seemed there was no chance of enjoying that sight.
