When he came to Xingtian, Ye Cheng took a look at him, put a coat on his body and looked at his pants. He thought it might be beaten as if he were wearing it in the sky. He took a deep breath and asked, "What size is it?"

Xing Tian blinked. He thought he was hallucinating. "What?"

"What size are the pants?"

Well, it turns out that he didn't listen hallucinatively, and this godlike figure did ask that. "28, 29!"

"Oh, I can't see it!" Ye Cheng glanced curiously at Xingtian's lower body and grinned his teeth. "Take it off!"

Xing Tian-conscious tightens his belt, and won't ask him...