Watching Fang Ran face the blatant seduction of a foreign beauty throwing herself at him—not only not chickening out, but actually handling it with the effortless ease of a playboy—
Meng Lang was utterly stunned, as if struck by lightning.
Is something wrong with my eyes? Is this really my little bro? Did someone possess him or something?
Thoughts like these swirled through his mind, and Meng Lang found the sight before him intensely unbelievable.
Honestly, although he had kept egging him on after hearing a woman's voice over the phone earlier, he still knew Fang Ran did not have the guts to actually do anything inappropriate.
Based on what he knew of his little bro, Fang Ran had probably just been unable to resist showing off everywhere during his internship.
But after tonight, seeing him drive a supercar worth tens of millions of dollars, with a powerful foreign beauty by his side, Meng Lang truly began to wonder—
Had this guy gone to North America to enjoy the capitalist lifestyle where he could do whatever he wanted because nobody was keeping an eye on him?
After venting in shock internally, Meng Lang watched Fang Ran speechlessly, his mouth twitching. Fang Ran had an arm around the beauty beside him and a cocky grin on his face; forget acting timid, his tail was practically sticking up into the sky.
Was his little bro this bold whenever he drank?
Feeling Fang Ran's flamboyant, sky-high confidence in his drunken state, Meng Lang recalled the first time he had seen this guy drunk.
He had dared to go hit on the beautiful receptionist by himself, and later, he had even dared to throw his arms around the Queen herself.
Still trembling from that "thrilling experience" that had given him nightmares for half a