"It's past three o'clock, how come she hasn't come out yet?" Liu Yingjun muttered, a piece of typical clueless-guy nonsense. His girlfriend, Zhao Shengnan, couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Pig, haven't you noticed there's someone missing from the living room?!
The three guys engrossed in playing Landlord really hadn't noticed. Yu Xueqin had stormed off in a huff much earlier, right when Wang Tianqing had gone into Han Lie's room. Only the ever-perceptive Wang Xiaotian knew what was truly going on.
Old Wang envied Han Lie's good fortune with women. Wang Tianqing, after all, was a standout beauty in the student council. With her ample bosom, perky rear, and fair skin, she was sexy without even trying.
But that was as far as he dared—envy, not even jealousy.
The true test of intelligence is seeing if someone knows how to play a supporting role.
Wang Xiaotian was undoubtedly intelligent, so he quickly devised a way to divert the guys' attention from Han Lie.
