What Kind of CEO? Isn't Street Vending Better? (59)
Following behind them, Chu Jingchen booked plane tickets and hotels on his phone while watching the two with a smile.
It was almost three o'clock when Su Qiao finally suggested leaving.
Grandma Chu was extremely reluctant to part with her. She nearly got into the car with her to accompany her to set up a street stall.
Su Qiao coaxed her for quite a while before finally calming her down.
"Are you a Face-Con?" Chu Jingchen asked tentatively before getting into the car.
"You're overthinking it."
Su Qiao placed the paper bag filled with all kinds of snacks that Grandma Chu had given her on the back seat.
"I just like looking at beautiful things."
Chu Jingchen was speechless.
Wasn't that exactly what a Face-Con was?
Should he be glad that his face was still fairly decent?
Then, after thinking it over, he suddenly realized that something was off about what she had just said.
"Why do I feel like you're insulting me?"
Chu Jingchen smiled. "But since you said you like me, I'll generously forgive you."
Su Qiao, who was just about to open the door, stopped what she was doing. "When did I say I liked you?"
Could this guy have delusions?
"You said you liked beautiful things." After Grandma Chu had repeatedly held him back, Chu Jingchen had loosened up considerably and decided to take the initiative.
He had to rely on himself after all.
Grandma Chu was carrying a bag of fruit and slowly walking over with the support of her eldest grandson.
"You brat, how dare you say things like that in front of this old woman? Be careful Xiao Qiao chooses your brother instead of you."
Chu Jingchen glanced at his older brother and said