Fu Jinghen furrowed his brows and said irritably, "I don't know."
Seeing Fu Jinghen's reaction, Fu Qiang had no doubts left, and her expression of Schadenfreude grew even stronger, "Your opponent is quite formidable. Huo Mutian is very popular with the girls, he's good-looking, and he's eloquent."
Fu Jinghen gave Fu Qiang a look that clearly read 'am I here to be aggravated by you' and said, "It's all sweet talk, all style and no substance."
"At least he's better than you, who's neither pleasing to the eye nor to any use, right?"
Fu Jinghen choked for words and seemed to find it difficult to ask, "Do you women all like men like him?"
"What else? Are we supposed to like uninteresting stuffed shirts like you instead?"
Fu Jinghen lifted his hand and made a "please" gesture, "You can leave now."
