Seeing Brother Cao pulling a long face, Donghua called out, "Brother Cao."
"Yes?"
"Brother Cao, don't you think red clashes with purple?"
Brother Cao, who weighed 100 kilograms, looked down at himself. He was wearing a bright red shirt paired with purple tights. He thought he looked especially festive. Wasn't this a good thing?
Brother Cao's gaze fell on Donghua. He was wearing a white shirt and black suit pants. He looked so plain and ugly!
"What do you know? This is fashion!" Brother Cao said sternly.
"Oh, okay. Remember to take care of the things I asked you about."
Brother Cao said impatiently, "Alright, I understand. You've been attracting women everywhere you go. If you get raped or harassed by some young lady, there'll be no place for you to cry."
Donghua: β¦
Although he knew that Brother Cao was concerned about him, why did Brother Cao's words sound so odd?
