"Fang, your name might not be that impressive, but you're really generous!"
He grabbed the money, stuffed it into his pocket, then waved contentedly at Fang Cheng.
"Thanks! See you, friend!"
Fang Cheng watched his back as he bounced down the stairs in flip-flops, humming a tune, and all Fang Cheng could think of was:
"Weirdo."
Retracting his gaze, Fang Cheng furrowed his brow slightly and smacked his lips.
For some reason, he felt this overly familiar guy seemed to have a strong interest in him.
That feeling... it was like meeting an old friend he had known for years.
In his mind flashed that excessively handsome face.
Suddenly, Fang Cheng thought of a possibility, his body shivered, and he quickly extinguished that ridiculous thought.
Whoever he is, if he dares to mess with me, he's going to meet my fists.
Bam!
The sturdy security door slammed shut, isolating everything from the outside world.
