"It looks like this woman has already started to throw a tantrum; her actions scream 'guilty conscience'." Jia Zhenjing, who had been cowering behind Lin Zifeng, scanned Sun Xiaonao up and down with a lecherous gaze while holding a cigarette between his lips.
"Heh heh, Brother Jia, it seems like this is a job only you can handle." Lin Zifeng turned his head nonchalantly and gave Jia Zhenjing a wicked smile.
"Damn it! Your grandfather's grandmother's grandfather, kid! Don't you give me that creepy look, I'm not dealing with this nonsense. You'd better find someone else." Jia Zhenjing instantly realized what that bizarre look meant.
"Brother Jia, I think there's nobody here more suited to the task than you." Lin Zifeng said with a strange laugh.
"Eh, who can resist your charm, Brother Jia? Looks like it's up to me to step in." The guy felt no shame, flicked his not-so-long fringe, trying to find some cool factor—too bad it was far too short.