Zhao Shuisheng looked at Meng Fan's partially exposed solid abs, with perfect lines and firm muscles. The key was that his skin was too white, radiating a jade-like luster.
Perhaps his gaze was too intense, Meng Fan glanced over calmly and said, "You don't have some special hobby, do you? Then I really can't keep you by my side; I don't have that kind of hobby."
Zhao Shuisheng's face turned red with a bang. Luckily, his face was quite dark; otherwise, the redness would be more evident.
"Subteam Leader, Subteam Leader, I'm a man... A man."
"I know that!"
Seeing that Meng Fan wasn't angry, Zhao Shuisheng felt relieved and ran out to stand guard outside, waiting until Meng Fan changed clothes to follow up.
"Subteam Leader, there's a letter for you." He was very attentive, knowing that the Subteam Leader read the letter from this person last time.
