However, looking at his own face reflected in the dark screen of the television in the living room—a man in his thirties or forties, with a rigid face and dark skin, completely unrelated to anything handsome.
Then looking at Tan Lang, although he’s small in stature, he’s sharp and clearly has a presence. The round scar on his face slightly mars his rugged handsomeness, but compared to Old Jiang, he definitely seems more powerful!
A man , with money and skills, doesn’t need to lower his standards or eat the grass around his own den.
Fang Zhou sighed in relief—he must have overthought things.
He reflected silently for a moment—it’s all because society is too complicated, and now even boys have to protect themselves well.
He forced a faint smile: "No need, Brother Wolf, really no need..."
However, Tan Lang’s expression became gentler, so gentle it made his heart uneasy:
"Is it uncomfortable standing? It’s okay, sit on that sofa over there, and I’ll massage you again—right, and tell me about your trip to open up the market."
He couldn’t refuse this time.
Glancing at the soft sofa, he finally hobbled over—Li Xiaotian couldn’t have hit lightly.
Just as he sat down and adjusted the position of his leg, the sofa beside him sank again—it was Tan Lang sitting close to him!
Their clothes touched, and a slight movement would result in contact, too close for comfort.
Fang Zhou felt completely out of place—even though he was a captain with a cold face, generally, no one dared to mess around, but he had never misinterpreted the jovial interactions among his teammates; it was normal brotherly affection.
Why was everything so off when it came to him?
Fang Zhou reflected deeply—could it be me who’s off?
Or perhaps... Old Jiang’s orientation is actually towards men?
Then what’s up with his several lovers?
Fang Zhou gritted his teeth internally.
To extract information, he had to go all out, no matter how hard or tiring it was, and he couldn’t reject Tan Lang’s attempts to win him over!
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Fang Zhou tried hard to slow his breathing so his body wouldn’t be so tense.
Yet Tan Lang’s coarse hand gripped his calf again, rubbing upwards while asking, "I saw it got kicked here too, didn’t it? It must be bruised..."
His calf had indeed been kicked, and it hurt a lot there, but Fang Zhou would rather endure the pain than feel this strange touch!
Brotherly affection! Brotherly affection! It’s all to win him over!
He silently encouraged himself, steeling his nerves not to run away.
But Tan Lang’s hand stopped at his knee, kneading twice quickly before Fang Zhou could react, and then asked, "Why not pull up your pants? Let me see if it’s bruised!"
Fang Zhou couldn’t care less about anything, jumping up instantly, trying to maintain his integrity while ensuring his undercover work, swaying between the two, extremely difficult!
"Brother Wolf, my leg, it doesn’t hurt that much, what do you want to ask? Maybe ask first."
Sitting on the sofa, Tan Lang withdrew his hand expressionlessly, his eyes heavy at the moment.
Fang Zhou felt a mix of emotions in his heart.
After a while, Tan Lang finally said, "It’s fine, go, I’ll call you over next time."
Fang Zhou felt a bit regretful for not getting useful information. But along with the regret came a huge sense of relief, the pain in his calf had disappeared without him realizing, and he quickly stood up straight: "Alright, Brother Wolf, I’ll head back now."
With that, he dashed out the door like he was fleeing, and when he left the intermediary company, he hailed a cab without a word.
From upstairs, Tan Lang watched his eager figure, suppressed laughter bubbling up silently—
Fang Zhou hurried back to Old Jiang’s stronghold, ignoring the henchmen lying around messily on the sofa outside, and rushed to lock himself in the study.
In the center of the study was a computer, and after a moment of reflection, Fang Zhou reached into his pocket and pulled out a blank card.
Little He had prepared this for him, saying that when he saw an electronic device with the information he wanted, he should lightly press this card against it, just for a second.
But this thing was one-time use, and the intercepted data would be sent to the Cloud Disk, so he had several prepared for him.