The people around him looked at him as if he were insane.
Zhang Facai did not care.
His confidence had inflated. He felt as if he could kill ten burly men with one punch.
I'm just so strong!
Sure enough, I'm the man chosen by Heaven.
All he could say was—
Zhang Facai had fallen into an information cocoon.
Everyone around him was deceiving him.
They made him believe he was incredibly powerful.
Let's go back.
Zhang Facai walked with the wind at his back.
Ashuai and Ajun exchanged glances, speechless.
At the same time,
Ding Jianguo was taking a walk with Ding Ling.
Her Favorability had already reached 95.
The reason was very simple.
Ding Ling had given her plenty of face.
They had eaten two meals at Pang Family Restaurant. Especially the dinner they had just had, which had drawn everyone's attention—that feeling was simply too thrilling.
And it had felt wonderful.
During the meal, Ding Ling had not refused when she poured him water, served him food, or wiped his mouth. How could that not make Ding Jianguo overjoyed and delighted?
Her Favorability had naturally risen.
She had already decided to make an active move on Ding Ling.
Now that Ding Ling had not rejected her, she naturally decided to press her advantage and invite him to dinner again tomorrow.
When they parted, he said so, but Ding Ling replied, "I'll treat you tomorrow. It's only proper to return the favor. It won't do for you to always be the one treating me."
"It's nothing."
Ding Jianguo's eyes curved, and the corners of her lips rose so high that she could not suppress them at all. Her inner excitement was obvious.
"Meals don't cost much. I like treating you to dinner, and I'm happy to do