Su Qinglan ignored Xu Meiyan's tantrum completely.
She leaned back, calm as a queen, while more and more beastmen and females went up to perform.
Some females danced lightly with flowing steps, trying to look pure and graceful. Others weren't shy at all; they boldly swayed their hips, showing off every curve they had.
And the males… oh boy.
One after another, they came forward, showing off their bodies. Strong arms. Broad chests. Shiny abs.
Su Qinglan's eyes went wide.
Damn.
Her head turned left and right like a spectator at a tennis match.
Wow. These beastmen really know how to put on a show. Forget TV idols and movie stars back in my world; these guys are on another level. If those celebrities were A-grade… then these beastmen are SSS-grade eye candy.
She clapped along with the others, her face lighting up. Her big round eyes sparkled with excitement.
But then...
A sudden explosion of cheers erupted. So loud her ears almost bled.
The ground shook with voices.
