Zhong Lang put away his usual irreverence, his sunny handsome face darkened as his gaze swept over the three of them one by one, finally resting on Huo Jingtang, "Second Brother, you spent these three hundred thousand but didn't enjoy the pleasure yourself, instead you're pushing it onto me?"
"So you see how good I am to you," Huo Jingtang's clean voice held a tease, "If you keep being so noisy, maybe I can treat you even better!"
"Second Brother... you're just... too awful!" Zhong Lang felt that saying "awful" so many times still wasn't enough to describe Huo Jingtang's awfulness. Just because he talked too much he found a beauty to shut him up – that was too high a price, "No wonder Little Cencen left you!"
Huo Jingtang's eyes, which had been sparkling, suddenly dulled down, deep and secluded like an ancient well of a thousand years, he coldly glanced at Zhong Lang, "No matter how, just shut him up!"
