"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."
