Ethan Fang looked at the letters on the man's chest in silence for a long time.
We cannot ask everyone to have the same aesthetic as ourselves, but at this moment, he still wants to say, brother, do you have any misunderstanding about this word?
What the hell does this arrangement of letters mean? Do you really understand?
Zhuang Xu felt uncomfortable under the young man's gaze. It was a strange, indescribable, and devastating look.
"You don't like it?" Zhuang Xu's voice was low, his eyes were knowing, and it was not difficult to see a little disappointment hidden between his slightly furrowed brows.
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