"Of course it's true!" When Qin Qingquan heard Lin Feng say that, a look of disdain appeared on his face. Looking at Lin Feng, he continued, "Bro, if you like that piece, then you should buy it! As a man, we can't let women spend money on clothes for us, right? That's just unacceptable! We can't afford to lose face like that!"
Qin Qingquan spoke as if he was taking "care" of Lin Feng, but there was an air of pride and contempt in his words.
In Qin Qingquan's eyes, Lin Feng was just an ordinary young man, with average charisma, commonplace attire, and maybe just a bit handsome—that must be the charm that attracted Sally, right?!
Up to this point, Qin Qingquan had not considered Lin Feng a love rival; in his opinion, Lin Feng was merely a toy that Sally had taken a fancy to on a whim!
Just like himself, there were always women around him; they were nothing but playthings for when he felt like having fun!