Zhu Minglang saw that look in his eyes.
Though merely through a few short sentences, his face carried a playful air, particularly those eyes, filled with a touch of smugness and contempt.
It was like a peacock, shrouded in mud, entering a chicken coop, where a local chicken mocks its ugliness, while it secretly revels in joy and excitement. For with a mere shake, it would reveal the dazzling feathers that would astonish the entire coop, whereas the local chicken would forever remain just that, utterly embarrassed by its previous taunts.
At this moment, Star Officer Nie Ti was that peacock, looking at Zhu Minglang as if he was just an energetic local chicken in the coop.
No matter how loudly you crow or how pure your feathers, you cannot compare to a peacock. This sense of superiority and arrogance was fully reflected in his expression and gaze.
