"Hey, you bastard, you scared me!"
Hearing Lin Kuang's words, the little witch grumbled, though her beautiful eyes were sizing him up as if he were an alien.
"Uh, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?" Lin Kuang asked curiously, touching his own cheek.
"No, I'm just curious how you managed to trick a goddess into having dinner with you!" the little witch huffed, clearly displeased with him.
"Goddess? Who's the goddess?" Lin Kuang asked, puzzled, as he genuinely had no idea who she was talking about.
"Hmph, the goddess is Fan Bingbing! Now, tell me! How did you trick her into having dinner with you?" the little witch demanded grumpily.
She had been trying to get Fan Bingbing's autograph for ages and had never succeeded. The fact that the detestable Lin Kuang had the opportunity to have dinner with Fan Bingbing made the little witch incredibly upset.
