Sister Wu's eyes flashed repeatedly, and she waved her hand without a care.
Su Qiao hadn't expected things to turn out this way either, and now she was in a difficult position.
She shot a glance at the wooden-faced man, her gaze sweeping over his somewhat flat chest. "He's flat-chested."
Li Jingtai: "..."
He was a grown man. Of course he wasn't flat-chested. What else could he possibly be...?
"Flat-chested?"
Sister Wu's gaze fell on Li Jingtai's chest.
Although the faint rise and fall was covered by a white shirt, it was still obvious that his chest was indeed not very large.
But that didn't dampen Sister Wu's enthusiasm in the slightest.
"Flat-chested is even better!"
"If a model's chest is too big, people will only look at the two steamed buns on her chest. Who'll pay attention to the clothes and jewelry?"
Li Jingtai felt extremely uncomfortable and shifted his feet a little farther behind Su Qiao.
As Sister Wu spoke, she circled him once more, becoming more interested the longer she looked.
"As long as his proportions are good enough, his legs are straight enough, and his face is refined enough, with a distinctive air about him, things like being timid or flat-chested aren't a problem at all. I definitely can..."
Su Qiao secretly rolled her eyes.
The problem was that he wasn't just flat-chested. He was also a man.
"Sister Wu, you've taken a liking to the newcomer and forgotten about me, your old acquaintance?"
Sister Wu looked a little awkward and hurried over to Su Qiao. "How could that be?"
"Look at you, you're actually jealous now. This isn't like your old self at all. You used to be broad-minded and magnanimous."
"Besides, you're practically going international now. Why would you be jealous of a little