"Haha, let me tell you, that girl's legs are so fair."
Shou Jing Gong quickly changed the subject, avoiding any mention of what had just been said.
Yang Fei immediately shouted, "Old Silver Stick, you just mentioned a slim chance of survival..."
Before he could finish, Yang Fei noticed the strange look on his master's face and abruptly stopped.
"Little Bird Yang, what did you just call me?"
Shou Jing Gong stopped smiling, his eyes locked onto Yang Fei.
His expression was chillingly cold as he rolled up his sleeves.
"Ahem, I meant to say, Master, you are dashing and charming with unparalleled grace."
"No matter where you go, you are like a firefly in the night, the one and only Prince Charming in every young girl's heart..."
Yang Fei awkwardly smiled, then started to flatter shamelessly.
Flattery always works, no matter what.
The flattering words made Shou Jing Gong feel delighted.