Cen Mohan suddenly recalled the scene of the first time they had met. His footsteps paused. "She has a boyfriend."
And from the looks of it, they had already reached the stage of discussing marriage.
"No way?"
Crissie was extremely surprised.
"Oh, what kind of man captured her heart? I really want to meet him."
Could he be even better than Mohan?
Was that why the cutie was so cold toward Mohan?
Oh my God, could Mohan's love be ending before it had even begun?
Poor Mohan.
Crissie reached out, wanting to give Cen Mohan a comforting hug.
Cen Mohan dodged her with great disdain.
"A pretty-boy with glasses." And he was also a petty, calculating pretty-boy. He looked just like a refined scoundrel.
"A local man?" Crissie guessed.
"I heard girls all like local boys because local men are gentle and considerate, can cook, take care of children, and care about their families."
Cen Mohan frowned slightly.
Cooking?
Did pasta, pan-fried steak, and fried eggs count?
People here seemed to eat stir-fried dishes and stewed soup, so those probably did not count.
As for taking care of children...
His family hired nannies and childcare workers. Did that count?
As for caring about his family and handing over his salary, he had no problem with those.
But his work often kept him busy until late, and whenever something happened at headquarters, he might even have to attend video conferences in the middle of the night.
Besides that, he occasionally encountered things like attacks and kidnappings.
By the time he added everything up, was he actually scoring negative points?
Cen Mohan suddenly remembered something, and his expression improved a little.
"She's a Face-Con."
On that point, he could score some extra points. At least he was better than that pretty-boy he