THUMP.
Tossing the waiter, whose face was white with fright, to the floor, the effeminate man strode directly toward the second floor.
Wen Shishan walked up to Zheng Xiu and Chu Chengfeng's table, head held high and chest puffed out. His gaze shifted between the two of them before finally settling on Zheng Xiu's face, which he scrutinized for a long moment while grinding his teeth.
'What the hell?'
Looking down from the floor above just a moment ago, all Zheng Xiu had noticed was that the man had a rather shapely ass.
Now that Wen Shishan was right in front of him, Zheng Xiu glanced up at the man's fair neck, then at his rather pronounced chest muscles. 'Holy shit,' he cursed inwardly.
This Wen Shishan was a woman.
"Brother Chu..." A film of moisture suddenly clouded Wen Shishan's eyes. Clasping her hands behind her back, she asked in a trembling voice, "Is this your... new flame?"
