However, looking at his own face reflected in the dark screen of the television in the living room—a man in his thirties or forties, with a rigid face and dark skin, completely unrelated to anything handsome.
Then looking at Tan Lang, although he's small in stature, he's sharp and clearly has a presence. The round scar on his face slightly mars his rugged handsomeness, but compared to Old Jiang, he definitely seems more powerful!
A man like this, with money and skills, doesn't need to lower his standards or eat the grass around his own den.
Fang Zhou sighed in relief—he must have overthought things.
He reflected silently for a moment—it's all because society is too complicated, and now even boys have to protect themselves well.
He forced a faint smile: "No need, Brother Wolf, really no need..."
...
However, Tan Lang's expression became gentler, so gentle it made his heart uneasy:
