Yang Fan felt somewhat creeped out by Old Zhou's stare.
Especially in the dead of night, Old Zhou's eyes looked like those of a starving wolf.
Green and hungry.
"Old Zhou, can you stop looking at me like that? If you have something to say, just say it," Yang Fan couldn't help but blurt out.
If this old guy kept looking at him like that, he would start to wonder if he'd discovered his involvement with Zhu Shanshan.
Old Zhou glanced at the phone that hadn't been hung up and waved his hand, "It's nothing. I'll talk about it later."
Yang: ...
He could actually guess what Old Zhou wanted to say, which was probably just to sourly drop a remark about how awesome he thought he was.
But his expression was so intense that Yang Fan couldn't help but overthink it a bit.
