Dr. Feng rolled up his sleeves and was ready to fight tooth and nails with his system right here and now. Did Luan think that he was so easy to bully just because he drank too much? A research…? Ha! How dare the system spout such nonsense right to his face? No, he could not let this matter go. He definitely had to make Luan regret ever messing with him!
His eyes were blazing with fighting spirit and the vicious aura leaking out of his body smelled thickly of gunpowder. Just then, he heard Luan ask with a blank face, "What are you talking about?"
That one question was akin to a gentle push that deflected the direction of his punch, causing it to go askew. "W–What…" Dr. Feng gaped at him in disbelief. He could not even care of how silly he must have looked right now. What did Luan mean by that question? Last night, everything that had happened between them… it couldn't be a dream, right?
