“Leaving now will be quite difficult.” Pei Mianman’s voice came from right beside his ear.

Zu An jumped in fright. “You got dressed that quickly?”

Pei Mianman’s smile dripped with charm. “I can take them off even more quickly. Do you want to see?”

Zu An was momentarily speechless. “I’m going home to tell my wife that you’re trying to seduce me.”

Pei Mianman rested an elbow on his shoulder. She said with a smile, “Go ahead and rat me out, then. Let’s see who Chuyan believes—me or you.”

Zu An felt slightly miffed at that.

He still gave his own reputation a solid B grade. However, anyone else would have definitely chosen to believe Pei Mianman.

“If you want to strip, then please, by all means.” Zu An replied, refusing to show any weakness.

Pei Mianman scoffed and moved her arm away. “I just wanted to test you for Chuyan’s sake. Pah! Just another scumbag!”

Zu An looked at her...