What's most important to a man?
Money, reputation, career?
Wrong, it's face that's most important.
Especially when it comes to male pride, you absolutely can't let others say you're not enough!
That's practically a man's humiliation, isn't it.
At this moment, Zhou Shaoyu was feeling the burning gazes around him, his face alternating between red and white.
"You, you're slandering me!"
Zhou Shaoyu's eyes were almost shooting fire as he stared intently at Ren Feng.
Ren Feng chuckled, "Mr. Zhou, watch what you say. Your steps are unstable, your eyes are dim, and your complexion is sallow—one look and it's clear you've drained yourself. I'm advising you to take it easy, okay."
Zhou Shaoyu's face turned beet red, "You!"
But he couldn't argue back, because what Ren Feng said was true!
The people around him were full of surprise, especially the girls—their eyes were filled with disgust!
How could he be so useless!
