That obese man only had a tiny slit of flickering eyes left, sizing up the two from top to bottom, as if evaluating goods. Finally, his gaze swept past the baby-faced Duan Ye and paused at Feng Jiu's incomparably beautiful mien. A striking light flashed in his eyes.
"Old fool, don't look at people with such disgusting eyes. That will make this young master want to dig your eyes out."
When the fat middle-aged man stared at the two with a calculated gaze, Duan Ye also sized them up, especially the fat man in the glittering golden robe. Seeing him watching them with that look, he knew this man had filthy stuff in his mind.
"Hehehe, Noble Young Masters coming out of nowhere, you truly look remarkable. Each one of you has good figures." The obese man chuckled, still staring at those two with his eyes squinted.
However, rather than fixing his gaze at Duan Ye, he kept staring at that dazzlingly gorgeous young man in red.
