Yang Fei immediately cried out in indignation.
"Moran, I clearly chose a handsome guy, why did you turn me into a Pig Head Three?"
Moran looked at him expressionlessly, the scalpel glinting coldly at her fingertips.
"Really? I clearly saw you pointing at that chubby face, so that's why I helped you with it. Did I see wrong?"
Yang Fei gritted his teeth, looking at Moran defiantly: "I swear, you must have done it on purpose."
Moran chuckled softly, raising her left eyebrow, faintly revealing a provocative look.
"What if I did?"
"Weren't you trying to sleep with me? Turning you into a Pig Head Three, let's see how you still charm girls?"
Yang Fei couldn't help but take a cold breath.
He didn't expect this little woman to be so petty.
Just joking around a little, he ended up being played like this.
But right now, people are the meat on the cutting board, Yang Fei was helpless.
He carefully watched Moran, complimenting her one after another.
