"Brother Yang, what are you laughing at?"
Lin Zhiyuan's head suddenly popped up in front of the willow tree. The pair of glasses on his nose occasionally emitted a faint blue light, which reflected into the dark eyes of the willow tree, causing him to suddenly come back to his senses. Looking at the puzzled Lin Zhiyuan, he laughed and said, "Am I smiling? Am I smiling? Brother, you're wrong, aren't you? Did your myopia deepen again?"
"Of course you're smiling. Don't try to change the topic in front of me!" Lin Zhiyuan stroked his glasses. Suddenly, he lowered his voice and said with a smile, "Brother, you smiled so evilly just now. Did you meet a beautiful woman? Tell me the truth! You can rest assured. I promise I won't tell anyone."
Yang Liu stared at Lin Zhiyuan with his eyes wide op
