"Holy shit, did you get plastic surgery?"
Wang Zhefei parked his little electric scooter at the gate, walked through the yard, and entered the living room to see Lin Chu sitting on the sofa, smoking. The instantaneous big-shot vibe he gave off made the words just tumble out of Wang Zhefei's mouth.
It was just absurd.
It had only been a few days. How could Lin Chu have changed so much all of a sudden?
It felt like he'd gone from a blunderbuss to a cannon.
It was mainly the clothes, combined with his overall aura, that inexplicably made him look so much more handsome.
Hmm?
Lin Chu glanced at him with a smug smile, then stood up to give him a better look. "Did you sit on your damn eyes? What would I need plastic surgery for?"
Still, Lin Chu could understand why he'd say that.
After all, he had startled himself a little when he'd looked in the mirror that afternoon. Clothes make the man, as they say.
