"Then you should ask yourself how far you've gotten with the cosplay convention!"
Yuanzhou didn't look at the goofball beside him and said a bit mercilessly.
"I've been staying up late for several nights doing handcrafts. Tell me, is it easy for me?"
A grown man holding pieces of cloth and cotton every night, stitching and patching—if word got out, Ling Feng's former prestige would certainly be ruined.
If he had a choice, Ling Feng would much rather the big boss sent him out to fight and shed blood than continue stitching like a woman.
In fact, Yuanzhou also sympathized with Ling Feng.
And he knew that if it wasn't for him being out of favor lately, it would be Yuanzhou doing the handcrafts like a woman.
In a sense, Ling Feng was taking his place in suffering now.
But thankfully, this goofball hadn't noticed anything amiss at all.
And Yuanzhou had no intention of revealing this sordid truth. Otherwise, Ling Feng would surely escalate in seeking help from him!
