Su Changfeng exposed Qing Yin's thoughts, but he didn't feel any embarrassment. He said, "Speaking of food, there's a place here that's particularly famous. With your status, you can definitely afford it, right, Master Lamborghini?"
"But why should I treat you to a meal?" Su Changfeng asked.
"Because of your handsome and suave appearance, not only are you so good-looking, but when girls approach you, you have no intentions, and you're also talented, well-educated, tall, and formidable. Is that enough?" Qing Yin exaggerated extravagantly.
Listening to these chaotic compliments, Su Changfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This guy, when not wearing a Daoist robe, seemed like a completely different person, no different from a rascal.
"But what does any of this have to do with you? My excellence is my own business." Su Changfeng said.
