Fu Ziqian saw Qiao Chuchu's face looking quite unpleasant, with a look of gritted teeth. Raising an eyebrow... Could it be that the result of the competition didn't satisfy Qiao Chuchu?
"What's up?" Fu Ziqian raised an eyebrow.
Qiao Chuchu glared at Fu Ziqian and snorted coldly, "Aren't you very satisfied with your own size? Take a look for yourself."
Qiao Chuchu threw the phone to Fu Ziqian.
Fu Ziqian caught the phone and looked at the chat records of Song Huanyan and the others.
"..."
So, the size he had always been proud of was actually the shortest among the four of them?
"From my 17.9 to Gong You's 18.2, there's only a three-millimeter difference... Are you sure, you can actually tell a three-millimeter difference?" Fu Ziqian asked Qiao Chuchu, can they actually see or feel a three-millimeter difference?
He thought he was much shorter compared to them.
Turns out it's just one or two millimeters... How long is one or two millimeters?
