"Boss, how come you didn't spruce yourself up at all?" After the three guys had gotten ready, Cao Jianhui looked at Luo Ziling who was still in his usual clothes, with unkempt hair and glasses perched on his nose, hiding most of his handsome face. At a first casual glance, it really was hard to recognize this as a good-looking young man unless one walked up close and brushed aside his hair. So, perplexed, he asked, "Are you scared of being devoured alive by Beauty Ouyang's classmates? Purposely making yourself look this ugly?"
"Congratulations, you guessed it," Luo Ziling didn't deny it and readily nodded in admission.
This retort left the three guys, who had meticulously dressed up for twenty-eight minutes, choked up and itching to gang up on him, but thinking about Luo Ziling's terrifying combat power, they eventually gave up the idea.