"A true man, when it comes to love, shouldn't be so obsessed with a woman's... uh... those trivial, superficial things."
"You should focus on her inner beauty, understand?"
"I wasn't... I really wasn't, Fan!" Jiang Yuanfan was on the verge of tears, feeling more wronged than anyone in history.
How had he ended up taking the fall for this out of nowhere?
Fatty, Zhao Tianxing, and the others lowered their heads, their shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
They were clearly struggling to hold back their laughter, but they didn't forget to play along with Chu Fan.
They shot Jiang Yuanfan disdainful looks and, lowering their voices, condemned him in unison, "Exactly! So superficial!"
Jiang Yuanfan: "…"
He was so aggrieved he almost cried.
The instigator was clearly Chu Fan, but he didn't dare expose such a powerful figure.
He could only silently suffer this undeserved disaster—after all, Chu Fan could shatter him with a single slap.
