What kind of brother is this?
At this moment, the father and son duo each held Gu Wenyu's head, one grabbing his crown, the other his nape. The scene resembled an ancient Chaotic Scene; nearby Japanese observers glanced over, thinking they were filming some variety show.
Nearby girls covered their mouths and let out small squeals, assuming it was the set of some dramatic boy's love scene due to the outstanding looks of the father and sons.
"Aren't you guys annoying? You're acting like you're sick. If I knew, I wouldn't have told you."
Ji Minghuan, unable to bear it anymore, simply raised his hand and swatted theirs away.
Freed from their clutches, he took a breath and spoke with a sense of relief:
"Fine, I'll give you her number. Ask her yourself."
This was what a qualified gray character would do, stirring up trouble and then passing the responsibility on to Ke Qirui, exiting unscathed.
