Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

Before opening the video, Shen Mingchao specifically looked down to check the Bluetooth headset connection status, and after confirming that only he could hear the sound, he opened the video without hesitation.

Just one second.

The screen then displayed an extremely explosive image.

In the video, a man wearing a thin, sheer red dress is performing a seductive dance to background music.

Her clothes were so thin they were almost transparent, and golden bells were tied to her wrists and ankles. She held a folding fan in her mouth, and her eyes were wet and alluring.

The red gauze dress fluttered with the movement, and what shocked Shen Mingchao even more was that her name was clearly printed on the man's firm abs!

The scene was so impactful that Shen Mingchao almost blurted out a phrase from the national treasures of China. However, as soon as he uttered the word "I," his rationality returned, and he murmured the "grass" that followed.

"What's wrong?"

Upon hearing the sound, Shen Mingchao almost reflexively placed her phone face down on her lap, turned to Zhang Haixia who was concerned about her, and smiled: "It's nothing."

My heart was racing uncontrollably, not because I was shy, but because my tendency to feel embarrassed for others had kicked in again.

At the same time, Wang Can, who was inevitably affected by the shock, also cursed in his mind.

[I beep—beep—I knew the Zhang family wasn't any good. They're all over a hundred years old, and they have no shame whatsoever! They're all perverts!]

Shen Mingchao pursed his lips: [Partner, I hope that when you meet him face to face, you can also point your finger at him and scold him like this. Promise me, don't back down, I want to see it.]

Wang Can stubbornly replied: [As if I'm afraid]

Shen Mingchao was about to continue teasing when he heard the voice coming from the Bluetooth headset and suddenly stopped.

The music stopped, but the ambiguous breathing was quite obvious, interspersed with a few crisp bell sounds, and finally, a voice asked, "Was it good?"

Shen Mingchao swore she wouldn't think anything inappropriate.

Human thoughts are often beyond our control.

As his breathing became heavier, a jumble of incoherent images kept popping into his head.

Before his mind was completely contaminated by pornographic material, Shen Mingchao quickly turned off the video and exited the chat interface.

"Is it pretty?"

The exact same question as in the video.

When Shen Mingchao first heard this, he thought he was hallucinating. After a pause, he realized that the voice was coming from the front.

It couldn't possibly be Zhang Qianjun, who was driving; it could only be the instigator.

Wow ~

He even had the audacity to ask her, "Does it look good?"

Shen Mingchao was speechless. He looked up and met Zhang Haiyan's gaze in the front seat.

However, Zhang Haiyan showed no sign of guilt; instead, he turned his head and winked at her.

There's no ambiguity, only provocation!

Shen Mingchao retorted sharply, "It's not good-looking!"

"You're lying~"

Zhang Haiyan looked at the faint blush on the girl's ear tips, a smile curving his lips and a triumphant look in his eyes.

"..."

Shen Mingchao took a deep breath, rolled his eyes at the man, turned away, looked out the window, and said nothing more.

To say it's ugly would be a lie.

Zhang Haiyan already possesses an exceptionally striking face, exuding an androgynous charm, and her figure is impeccable, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and smooth lines.

If she wasn't mistaken, this guy was so meticulous that he even had underarm care done.

From a purely aesthetic point of view, his appearance and figure are undoubtedly those of a male courtesan who would outshine all others in ancient times.

Every frown and smile is captivating.

Shen Mingchao pondered for a while, but still didn't want the other party to be too smug, so he turned his head back and deliberately typed.

[Your dancing was passable, but your looks weren't quite up to par. I know a guy who's much prettier than you; next time I'll have him dance like that, and I guarantee he'll look better than you.]

Upon seeing this news, Zhang Haiyan's lips instantly fell.

[who?]

I'm not telling you, try guessing if you dare!

Zhang Haiyan fell silent.

A man more handsome than him?

who is it?

Xie Yuchen? After all, his looks and physique are well-known in the industry.

Zhang Haiyan could never have guessed the answer.

Of course, he will find out who that person is in the near future.

Shen Mingchao couldn't help but tease, "[Partner, why are you so quiet? Weren't you like a never-ending stream of comments? Now that you've encountered a difficult question, you're silent?]"

I...I can't dance.

Fearing that she would be forced into this again and leave a bad impression, Wang Can quickly tried to downplay it: "[You know, the Wang family doesn't teach this kind of thing; only the Zhang family teaches this kind of nonsense.]"

Shen Mingchao's smile deepened, and he reassured him matter-of-factly, "[It's alright, nobody's born knowing how. You weren't good at crying before either, were you? Many things can be learned gradually with practice. I believe in you.]"

Wang Can opened his mouth, experiencing the feeling of wanting to say something but holding back.

He remained silent for a long time before finally finding a reasonable excuse and retorting in a low voice: "[My wife, with my physique, all muscle, I definitely wouldn't look good dancing. Besides, I've practiced martial arts since I was a child, so my body is stiff and I have poor flexibility. I'm good at fighting, but dancing is out of the question; it's not suitable for me."

To quickly distance himself from the situation, Wang Can shifted the blame, suggesting, "[I think Zhang Haixia is incredibly flexible; you should let him dance. He and Zhang Haiyan are already partners, so a duet between them would definitely be much more visually appealing than me!]"

[Hmm~] Shen Mingchao's eyes lit up, quite agreeing: [Good idea, this is a very good idea]

Wang Can thought he had successfully deflected the offer and immediately agreed.

[Right! Trust me, you won't go wrong!]

The next second, Shen Mingchao laughed and continued, "[Looks like I need to contact Liu Sang and have him learn too. Then you two can dance a duet together, brothers on stage, wouldn't that be even more pleasing to the eye? What a great idea! Thanks for the inspiration, you're a great partner!]"

Wang Can: [...]

I can't laugh.

He finally experienced the feeling of having something stuck in his throat, and decisively shut down his microphone, afraid that saying more would only make things worse.