Duan Jianchuan glanced at Wen Zishu and said coldly, "That's really something new, Wen Zishu, a playboy like you, feeling that others are absurd?"
Wen Zishu: "..."
"Damn!" His face flushed with embarrassment as he glared fiercely at Duan Jianchuan. "You bastard, if you can't speak nicely, can't you just shut up?!"
Duan Jianchuan's indifferent face: "Isn't what I said the truth?"
Wen Zishu gritted his teeth, wishing he could scratch Duan Jianchuan's face.
But how could he dare to lay hands on Duan Jianchuan?
He was just a rich heir, while Duan Jianchuan had truly fought and struggled up the ranks in the military.
Wen Zishu could only look pitifully at Fu Shiyan, dragging out his words, "Big Brother, look at Old Duan, he's such a jerk, you have to help me..."
Hearing that strange tone, Fu Shiyan stepped back and said seriously, "Sorry, I'm not into that sort of thing."
Wen Zishu was stunned and didn't understand, "Wha, what do you mean..."
