"I... I can prove I'm not!"
"Give me three seconds, just three seconds!" Ge Qiang, scared out of his wits as the watermelon knife came swinging at his head, suddenly found some strength out of nowhere and tore his clothes apart.
After his Chinese shirt was ripped, Ge Qiang's skin-tight and glossy chest and abdominal muscles were revealed, looking youthful despite his elderly face.
If Ansheng hadn't seen from the wish list, He Ying's mother would have been deceived by him.
Upon seeing Ge Qiang, she might have taken him as a wealthy man well-versed in health and longevity practices.
Joining the Longevity Club or spending millions annually on medical care and beauty treatments just to delay aging.
"See! I'm still black! The wrinkles and furrows on my face are special effects makeup!"
Ge Qiang struggled free from Master Fox's grasp without doing anything extra and pulled his pants down to his knees, exposing himself.
