Unaware that his grandfather was criticizing him, Qin Zhan stood under the shower, the stream of hot water splashing over him, droplets gliding over his toned abs, exuding pure masculine charm.
With his phoenix-like eyes half-closed, he slightly lowered his head. The hot water hit his short hair as Qin Zhan gazed indifferently at the floor. Originally, today was his least favorite day, the saddest day over the past few years, yet curiously, today felt... quite good.
In the past, he would need Feng Zhihuai to spar with him to vent his emotions, and Feng Zhihuai needed the same. But today, even before Feng Zhihuai arrived, his mood had already improved considerably.
His thin lips curved slightly, recalling the boy's cool voice with a bit of softness in the car. Qin Zhan washed his hair clean, rinsed his body, turned off the shower, dried off, reached for the bathrobe, and then headed straight for his phone outside.
