Sensing the hostile gaze from Chén Xuěwēi, Táng Táng chuckled, unconcerned. She even puffed out her chest playfully, her eyes filled with teasing amusement.
Chén Xuěwēi understood immediately. She looked at Táng Táng, then down at her own chest, her cheeks turning bright red. She felt her dignity had been greatly challenged. While her figure was far superior to that naive and sweet little loli Xīxī, boasting a magnificent B-cup, it was no match for Táng Táng. They weren't even in the same league.
Chén Xuěwēi glared at Táng Táng with annoyance, tightening her grip on Jiāng Chè and inwardly sneering.