Seeing the astonishment on Pure Spring Saintess's face and the surrounding people desperately holding in their laughter, yet not daring to laugh out loud, Yang Zhen couldn't help but shake his head.
This Luo Qingchen really wasted such a good name, either his brain isn't quite sufficient, or perhaps he's missing a few strings.
Other people might pretend to be humble and deny it, but who admits to such instances of impotence?
At the very least, if it were Yang Zhen, he'd sooner die than admit it.
Although Luo Qingchen didn't directly admit it, everyone present was no fool, nearly all of them understood Luo Qingchen's ailment. That look of wanting to laugh but not daring to made Luo Qingchen suddenly realize the truth like an epiphany, immediately followed by becoming furious out of embarrassment, slamming the table and wanting to fight Yang Zhen to the death.
