"Wow, Brother Zheng, was that guy just now your friend? The girl next to him was really pretty!" Right after stepping outside, Zhao Zheng's friend couldn't help but inquire.
These guys had seen so many beautiful girls that their eyes had become very discerning, whether it was plastic surgery or natural, height, weight, measurements, they could make a preliminary judgment with just a few glances. Even though her attire was slightly conservative, the girl's general figure and facial beauty were enough to make countless hearts flutter.
When Zhao Zheng first saw the girl's face, he was quite smitten too, but after hearing her call Yue Feng 'husband,' he lost any notion of interest.
In his own words, Brother Zheng loved beauty but he had standards; he definitely wouldn't mess with a married woman. That was a line he wouldn't cross.
