Able to accurately read the cry in Fang Ran's heart from his expression, he watched Fang Ran being choked from behind by the Spellcaster.
The young master leaned closer with a helpless look, draping an arm over Fang Ran's shoulder as he shook his head with a worried sigh.
"Brother Fang Ran, even if we take a hundred steps back, you're still an elite participant of the Night Bureau's new generation, a talented rising star who won the National War."
Why are we taking a hundred steps back?
"Anywhere you went, you'd have no trouble chasing a few rich young ladies. There's no need to make yourself live such an ascetic life."
You should be even more ascetic yourself.
Listening to this shameless playboy, who spent practically the entire year partying outside and was always surrounded by beautiful women on social media, speak in the tone of someone urging him to turn over a new leaf—
Fang Ran had already given up struggling. Hanging onto the Spellcaster's arm like he was doing a reverse pull-up, he stared blankly at him and silently complained.
"Want me to introduce Brother Fang Ran to a few beauties?"
Seeing his unresponsive salted-fish expression, the young master gave a frivolous low laugh in the tone of "we're all men here."
"By the way, what did you think of the ticket I gave you last time?"
"(°Д°) You've got the nerve to bring that up!"
During the period when he had been recovering from his injuries before going to Midnight, although he had stayed at Jing University the whole time, Fang Ran still occasionally kept in touch with everyone at the Night Bureau through the group chat.
Then one time, the young master had given him an unspeakable ticket. Fang Ran had happened to be seen