The unluckiest?
Si You's words stirred Zhang Buzhou, and he found himself thinking about it. No matter how much he hated Zhou Fan, he had to admit that man had been incredibly unlucky.
"Know who you're talking about." Si You's voice turned cold. "Don't provoke me."
Si You released Zhang Buzhou and stood up. He had barely rolled his neck when Zhang Buzhou said coldly, "Zhang Feigu isn't someone you can approach just because you want to."
So these two really did know each other. Of course, that wasn't the point.
Si You lowered his gaze and looked at Zhang Buzhou as though he were beyond comprehension. "Why would I want to approach him?"
Zhang Buzhou sneered, as if Si You were putting on an act of lofty detachment.
Si You considered it for a moment, then asked sincerely, "Mr. Zhang, are your eyes smeared shut with shit?"
"You!"
"Because you can't have Zhang Feigu, you think everyone who appears in his line of sight is deliberately getting close to him? Anyone who didn't know better would think Zhang Feigu was some once-in-a-lifetime prize. You're already over forty. Try to be a little more mature." Si You scoffed. "That prize in your eyes? I really couldn't care less. Mr. Zhang, have you not been online in a while?"
Zhang Buzhou's heart inexplicably skipped a beat. Then he saw Si You raise his brows slightly and ask with a trace of pride, "Have you ever heard of the Jiang-Si CP?"
Zhang Buzhou: "..."
"It's fine. Go look at more photos of Jiang Tingxu and cleanse your eyes. Your taste can decline, but don't let it affect other people."
"I have plenty to do every day. Let's each do our jobs. The sooner we finish, the sooner we're free. If you can't