Ling Luo, who had been watching the show, paused.
He had never expected a perfectly good scene of a simp chasing a girl to somehow drag him, an innocent bystander, into it.
Zhang Tu looked in the direction Shen Xing was pointing.
The sarcastic retort on the tip of his tongue died when he saw Ling Luo.
Zhang Tu was not actually ugly.
As a soldier of the North Sea Legion, he was not the fat-headed, big-eared type.
On the contrary, Zhang Tu merely looked somewhat rugged, which was not unpleasant.
It was just that the ingratiating expression on his face made him seem somewhat sleazy.
Even so, he could only be considered above average in appearance. Compared to Ling Luo, a walking humanoid succubus who possessed two entirely different temperaments at once, he fell far short.
The enormous gap made it impossible for Zhang Tu to speak against his conscience.
"Sir, your coconut water is ready."
The server placed two cups of clarified coconut water on the counter and spoke softly.
Ling Luo nodded slightly. He had no intention of getting involved in this matter between a simp and a goddess. Reaching for his coconut water, he intended to leave.
But Zhang Tu, feeling that he had suffered an insult and needed to regain his footing elsewhere, was unwilling to let it go.
His eyes were filled with deep jealousy.
He thought to himself.
He's just got a prettier face. That won't put food on the table.
At the end of the day, this continent is still a society where strength is king.
Zhang Tu knew that he truly could not compare to this youth in appearance.
But he wanted Shen Xing to know who was the more manly one.
Wanting to regain face before the woman he loved,