Chen Feng was watching Tan Yilong doodling, and couldn't help but fantasize about slapping that bald man.
After all, I managed to raise fifteen million donations for your school within two days. You didn't even treat me to a great meal, but at least a cup of tea is expected, right? Must you also sketch it on paper?
The idea made Chen Feng increasingly furious!
"Brother Chen, I sensed a shift in your mood, it's a bit impetuous. That's unhealthy. Considering how good looking you are, you really shouldn't be this angry."
Tan Yilong said solemnly.
"Sorry, that was rude of me." Chen Feng forced a smile.
"No worries at all." Tan Yilong sighed: "We, the good-looking people, rarely have good temper. We tend to get furious without noticing it. Perhaps God just doesn't want us to be too perfect."
Pfft.
Chen Feng burst out laughing.
This bald man is a real talent.
