As the saying went, it was better to deal with painful things quickly…
Ye Wanwan stared at the plate of fried ants and ate the fastest she'd ever eaten in her whole life to finish the entire plate of Flying Dragon without any hesitation.
As Ye Wanwan repressed her strong desire to throw up, she said with a smile, "Delicious."
Delicious my a**!
"How about we order another plate? You usually eat two or three plates, Sis Feng," Big Dipper asked.
"…" Big Dipper, I'm going to punch you and make you a bigger idiot!
Before Ye Wanwan could say anything, a chortle was heard from outside the door.
A second later, the door was opened and a dozen or so men poured inside.
The leader was a middle-aged man who was impeccably dressed in a suit and wore a pair of gold-framed glasses.
"Sir President, you aren't still dead?" the man in a suit joked as he looked at Ye Wanwan.
