"Fifth Brother?"
Cheng Chili was suddenly stunned. Then his eyes scrutinized him up and down: "Why are you dressed so unusually today?"
Really, although Pei Zhan usually isn't sloppy, even if he fights battles in the wild for several days, he will save water to wash his face. However, his attire is always simple, focusing on texture and comfort, but today, even a blind man could tell he dressed up specially!
If he usually looks eight or nine out of ten, today he is a perfect ten!
With those sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, paired with a broad back and narrow waist, even a man like him couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Pei Zhan's gaze traced an arc, skipping over Fu Zhen's face before landing on Cheng Chili's: "What's so unusual? Don't I look like this every day?"
What a fuss!
He walked up to them, frowning, scrutinizing back and forth between their faces as he came right up to them: "What were you two doing earlier, leaning so close?"
