"What, what, what, what the...what the hell is that!" Fatty's tongue was tied in knots.
Gu Mian dusted off his clothes. "Clearly, it's a rather unattractive face, and it seems pretty rough on the surface."
"You can see it clearly from such a great distance?" Fatty looked at Gu Mian, a hint of confusion in his eyes.
The face by the attic window had now disappeared, as if nothing had ever existed there. Fatty blinked hard, peering into the darkness by the window.
Gu Mian's voice drifted over from the side. "My eyesight is very good. Have you forgotten what I used to do?"
Fatty was taken aback for a moment, then said hesitantly, "A doctor?"
"No." Gu Mian shook his head. "I'm a pretty boy who's been targeted by the world for over twenty years. If my vision weren't good, I might have fallen into uncovered manholes more than ten times."
Fatty was speechless. "Pretty boy… okay, pretty boy…"
