Upon hearing this, Xiao Yu looked at Song Hechuan with an icy expression, and then said, "It's me, not us. So, you want to compete with me for a woman?"
This casual sentence left Song Hechuan momentarily speechless. He quickly smiled sheepishly and said in a low voice, "Hehe, Brother Xiao, I misspoke, a slip of the tongue. This is specially prepared for you; how would we dare lay a finger on it?"
Though he said that, in his heart he was still quite tempted. After all, with people of their status, there were always beautiful women willing to throw themselves at them. However, girls with Yu Dongling's pure and unique charm were extremely rare.
While he pondered this, Xiao Yu's status loomed large. Even more so than him, his father had to be respectful and not dare to show the slightest negligence.
