"Yes, you look good. Brother Zhuang Long is the best-looking," Fang Yusheng answered.
Fang Yusheng's words were especially obedient, unlike him at all. Zhuang Long stared at Fang Yusheng and looked at him carefully. After confirming that he was still Fang Yusheng and not an impostor, he rubbed his face in discomfort and scolded him, "What's wrong with you!"
Fang Yusheng, who would go against the heavens for no reason, was more to his liking.
Fang Yusheng adjusted his sitting posture and corrected himself. "No matter how good-looking you are, you won't be as good-looking as me."
Hearing this, Zhuang Long finally felt at ease. His expression darkened as he asked Fang Yusheng, "What exactly are you trying to say? If you have something to say, just say it. Don't beat around the bush." Because he knew each other too well, Zhuang Long understood Fang Yusheng's style of doing things. He had left his little wife behind to look for him. It was obvious that he had something on.
