"He looks even handsomer than Hong Kong's Heavenly Kings, and has more charisma than Tony Leung. How rare, truly rare."
Zhang Ye's face flickered between green and white. Hearing these comments, he wished he could find a crack in the ground and crawl straight into it.
He had never lost face like this in his entire life; he had genuinely capsized in a drainage ditch today.
Chapter 199