Jiang Che laughed.

After more than half a month of staring at the decoration of the milk tea shop, Chen Yunsong had gotten several shades darker. From the doubtful "really?" of the young woman, it was evident.

"You're still laughing. If it weren't for you, would I be this dark?!"

Chen Yunsong's forehead was almost smoking as he angrily glared at Jiang Che.