"Charity?"
In the dark and damp small black room, Xiao Feng's eyebrows furrowed together.
He could feel Wang Tingwei's unstable emotions, and he couldn't help feeling a bit puzzled.
To put it bluntly, in Xiao Feng's view, Pei Dengke always played the role of a "bootlicker" in front of Wang Tingwei, as humble as could be, where did the notion of charity come from?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing and said, "If you think this is charity, then please, learn from Pei... ahem, learn from me and offer me a bit of it."
"Ha!" Wang Tingwei sneered, "Touch your heart and tell me, do you actually like me, or are you just craving my body?"
Xiao Feng pondered seriously for a moment and retorted, "Isn't that the same thing?
Liking everything about you inherently includes your body."
"Still dare to be slick with words!" Wang Tingwei suddenly burst in anger, "Do you really think I don't dare to turn you into the next Tang Mingbo?"
