Still, Mao Jing's looks really did fit South Korean beauty standards perfectly.
That aloof vibe of his was very similar to the cold, young CEOs in South Korean dramas.
On top of that, Mao Jing was powerful, and everyone around him had witnessed it firsthand.
It was only natural for Li Zhien to be interested in Mao Jing...
I stood to the side with a cigarette between my lips, smiling without saying anything.
No matter how brainless Zhang Yuchen was, even he could tell something was off.
After all, the way Li Zhien looked at Mao Jing was different.
After all that enthusiastic conversation and exchanging contact information, the clown had turned out to be him...
After hearing the translation, Mao Jing still wore that icy expression and answered with a single word:
"NO!"
His refusal was just that decisive.
As soon as he said that, Li Zhien could barely hide the grievance on her face. She spoke a few more lines into the translation app.
The general meaning was that she only wanted to interact more with a powerful older brother, deepen the friendship between China and South Korea, and, if possible, travel to China someday. She even hoped Mao Jing could be her guide or something...
To put it bluntly, it was all just high-sounding nonsense.
The essence of it was that she was thick-skinned. Having seen a naturally handsome guy like Mao Jing, she simply refused to give up!
For an icy handsome man like Mao Jing, aside from his late senior sister, every other woman was probably just "a lump" in his eyes. Let alone this plastic-faced South Korean woman.
Mao Jing ignored her completely. One hand was in his pocket, the other held a cigarette. He stood sideways, gazing at the moon as smoke drifted