Jin Cheng clearly felt unclean.
He frowned, trying to shake off Zheng He's hand, but Zheng He hooked his arm and led him into the banquet hall.
The property management staff watched in shock as the two left arm in arm, feeling as if their brains had sustained a heavy blow. Was this a scene they were getting to watch for free?
Once inside the banquet hall, Zheng He finally released his devil's claw.
With a look of disgust, Jin Cheng raised his hand and patted the spot Zheng He had touched, as if he urgently needed to brush off some filth, then he coolly glanced at Zheng He, "Are you sick?! Who's your boyfriend?!"
"Oh, isn't it common knowledge that I'm sick?" Zheng He's skin was already thick, and now it was even thicker from the swelling due to a beating.
"..."
Zheng He looked at him triumphantly: "Moreover, could you have gotten in without me?"
