Thinking of this, Jiang Yan squeezed himself next to Zhao Lang while they were eating, hooking an arm over his shoulder and patting his back, effectively blocking any connection between him and Jiang Li.
"Big bro, you've really gone all out. Look at how thin you are, eat more to bulk up so you can earn more money in the future."
Ignoring Zhao Lang's bewildered expression, Jiang Yan forcefully stuffed a soup dumpling into his mouth, then patted his stomach, intending to jest with a comment like "With that figure, how much could you possibly earn?" However, to his surprise, his palm actually felt the very real and firm six-pack abs.
Jiang Yan fell silent, then patted his own round belly.
So, the one not earning much money was him, wasn't it?
The audience was about to lose their minds.
[Ahhhh! The young master is actually touching him! He's touching him! Ahhhh!]
[My gosh, Jiang Yan is totally the dominant one!]
