"Kid, I advise you to quit while you're ahead! It's already quite nice of me not to ask you for the car repair money!" Chen Qiao seemed not to have clearly heard the meaning in Fang Jueyu's words, "If you refuse to take a hint, forget about continuing in the entertainment industry!"
"Little Ying, lend me your mirror!" Fang Jueyu suddenly blurted out.
"Sir, what do you need a mirror for?" Zhuang Ying didn't know what Fang Jueyu was up to, but she still fished out her makeup mirror from her bag.
"This moron seems to think I'm some male celebrity; I need to check the mirror to confirm if I've really gotten handsomer!" Fang Jueyu admired himself in the mirror, indeed, after genetic optimization, his facial features were now sharply defined and manly. If the total score were ten, wouldn't he at least get an eight?
"Are you mocking me?" Chen Qiao, seeing Fang Jueyu's flippant demeanor, was completely enraged, "I'll give you one more chance, pay the repair fee and get lost!"
