Looking at the guy who had just given away Hermès, now pulling out a rusty iron sheet that looked like he had picked it up from who knew where,
thinking about how he had just said, "We're as close as iron," and how this was supposedly the "special gift" he had mentioned,
especially remembering that the compensation he had promised after dragging him into a scene and speeding around like mad was this,
veins bulging on his forehead, Meng Lang exploded and lunged at him through gritted teeth!
"Rusty iron sheet, my ass! Little bro, you've played too much Dungeon Fighter Online!"
But seeing him about to pounce, Fang Ran hurriedly put on a hearty expression.
"Haha, I was kidding, big bro. Just a joke."
Hearing that, Meng Lang stopped, raised his brows with a look of "That's more like it," and gave a light snort.
"We're as close as iron. How could I give you a rusty iron sheet?"
Relieved to see him stop, Fang Ran immediately flashed that brilliant smile again. With a mysteriously secretive look, he reached behind his back and spoke.
"The special gift I prepared for you is, of course..."
Then he suddenly whipped something out like he was presenting a treasure!
"A beautiful stainless steel basin!"
Meng Lang: "..."
There was a moment of expressionless silence, and then—
"Beautiful stainless steel basin, my ass! You even brought out Imperial Green, and you're giving me a damn basin!?"
Slamming the table, he stared at Fang Ran with wide eyes and shouted. At that moment, he was so shocked that he was utterly furious.
Meng Lang viciously lunged at him again!
"Die, little bro!!"
Seeing that he was really charging at him fiercely this time, Fang Ran hurriedly raised the beautiful stainless steel basin to block