Hearing that, he glanced at Tang Zhou, as if in deep thought, and after a long pause, actually said: "It's not entirely out of the question."
Tang Zhou: "Bloody hell, Shen Mo, which country do you come from?"
"I suddenly really want to see you in drag."
Tang Zhou: "..."
Bloody hell, that was so direct, he couldn't even find a reason to refuse!
Fu Zhuo begged as if his life depended on it: "Zhou, just do a guy a favor, okay? Leng can't find anyone else, he doesn't want to bring any other woman out, and he's always worried that he might end up on his knees scrubbing the washboard when he gets back home. I've thought it over and over, and it seems only you could."
"The problem is I look nothing like Xiao Xingguang, okay? Does Xiao Xingguang have my natural beauty?"
Fu Zhuo: "..."
Fu Zhuo: "I guarantee I'll make you look just like Xiao Xingguang, trust me! You shouldn't doubt anyone else but certainly not me!"
