On Zhou Sinian's handsome, well-defined face, a gloomy expression took hold.
'Very well.'
'Extremely well.'
It's been a many years since he's come across such a recklessly bold fellow.
Quite a rarity.
This man, Zhou Sinian would remember.
'Where's that grinding noise coming from?'
Ye Nanxun instinctively looked towards a certain someone. Other than their complexion seeming a little off, there were no extreme expressions. She thought she might have misheard.
She returned her attention back to the researcher in front of her who was clearly a comedian at heart.
Zhou Sinian was unaware of Ye Nanxun's gaze, as his own was fixed intently on the man still tooting his own horn.
Owns a house and a car?
'Does he lack either?'
He offered them freely but was rejected by a certain woman.
A thought crossed his mind, prompting a mournful look towards the woman.
That fleeting glance sent him headfirst into a vat of vinegar (jealousy).
