As for that girl of Yang Shuai's, all Li Zhi could do was wish her good luck—she was going to need it.
While Li Zhi was left speechless, Shen Yuan was feeling what could only be described as exasperated disappointment.
His eyes were wide with disbelief as he stared at Yang Shuai, as if trying to peer past his dense exterior and see what he was really thinking.
"Don't you get it?" Shen Yuan's voice rose an octave, laced with disbelief.
Yang Shuai, however, just looked blank. He stared at Shen Yuan in confusion, clearly baffled by his friend's reaction.
"Get what?" he asked, scratching his head with an innocent look.
Shen Yuan's temper instantly flared at the sight.
He suddenly grabbed Yang Shuai by the shoulders and shook him hard, as if trying to shake some sense into him.
"Let me ask you this!" Shen Yuan's tone was unusually stern. "What was she wearing today? Did she make any special effort with her appearance?"
