"How's that? Impressive, isn't it?" Lin Zhenghui made it slowly shrink and tucked it back into his undies.
"..." Lin Zhuangguo didn't know what to say.
He thought that the surgery he had would help him save some face.
Instead, he felt like a minor magician in the presence of a grand sorcerer, watching his buddy in disbelief.
Ever since they were kids, Lin Zhuangguo had known the size and length of Lin Zhenghui's brother like the back of his hand.
"I remember you were not this thick or this long before. Did you have surgery or eat something?" Lin Zhuangguo sized up his buddy and asked.
"This... it's a long story. Let's go, let's talk over coffee," Lin Zhenghui said to his buddy, whom he had just awed.
"..."
Last night, Lin Zhenghui passed on the mental method to Guan Xiaohui and the others.
But she didn't tell her ex-husband, so Lin Zhuangguo had no idea that his brother was an Ancient Martial Artist master.
