Dressed in an ostentatious pink suit with red socks inside his leather shoes—complete with a cute little pattern on the socks—one of his arms rested on the railing while his fist propped up the side of his face. One foot was planted firmly on the ground while the other leg crossed over, the tip of the shoe lightly tapping the floor as he struck a flashy, handsome pose.
Inside her mind, Wen Qing'er soundlessly mouthed the words: *moron.*
The heavy-set Fatty spun around with a Pan Zhoulan-style head toss, a red rose held horizontally between his teeth.
Chapter 784