Jiang Cheng: "...."
"And another thing," Jiang Yan stroked his chin and said, "You're too fat. You should lose some weight to look better. How about this, stop following Shang Shaojing. Instead, follow me, young master, and I can take you running every morning to help you slim down."
Jiang Cheng let out a sigh.
So, he hadn't recognized him.
Well, that made sense. How could someone as foolish as Jiang Yan easily see through his disguise?
Jiang Cheng raised his head again, this time with much more confidence, and deliberately said in a lame dialect, "No, no need, I'm quite satisfied with my current weight."
Jiang Yan furrowed his brows tightly.
He'd figured out why this person was so ugly.
Poor taste.
Such a tragic kid; doesn't even have an older brother or sister to teach him how to dress.
As Jiang Yan released his grip, Jiang Cheng felt a huge sense of relief. Just as he was about to turn and leave, the door of a small shack made of wooden planks suddenly opened.