“Hey, brother, which flower have you taken a fancy to?” The fatty got closer and said with a wretched smile.
Yang Chen uncertainly asks: “What do you mean taken fancy to which flower?”
“Still pretending!” Fatty mischievously smiled and said: “Brother, you don’t need to act so cold and reserved, at worst I can go first, I’ve taken fancy to the Public Relations department’s chief Mo Qianni. Alright, your turn!”
Yang Chen was speechless to the fatty’s honesty, and said: “I’m just here for the job, I already have a wife.”