The door swung open, and a male voice instantly filled the room, "I always thought Brother Jiang was a dull gourd, never expected he could be so sharp-tongued. That group of idiots doesn't even dare to fart now, hahaha..."
Mu Yan's eyelid twitched. She glanced at Jiang Jingheng beside her and instinctively felt a sudden chill in the air.
Ning Ze, with his back to the door, was clueless that it had opened and continued, "What about only liking women four years younger? You guys think Brother Jiang doesn't have a woman because he's too repressed and can't attract one? Haha..."
Dong Le, seeing Jiang Jingheng and others at the door, felt his temples throbbing and signaled to Ning Ze with his eyes, covering his mouth to cough lightly.
Ning Ze didn't grasp his meaning and disdainfully said, "Come on, your health is really bad. How can you get sick in such nice weather? Don't spread it to us."
Dong Le, "..."
He must have been stupid to try to remind this idiot.
