Still, Mao Jing's handsomeness really did fit South Korean beauty standards.
That aloof aura of his was very similar to the cold, young Quattroporte leads in South Korean dramas.
On top of that, Mao Jing was powerful. Everyone around them had witnessed it firsthand earlier.
It was only natural for Li Zhien to have feelings for Mao Jing...
I stood to the side with a cigarette in my mouth, smiling without saying anything.
No matter how clueless Zhang Yuchen was, he could tell something was off.
After all, the way Li Zhien looked at Mao Jing was different.
After all that enthusiastic chatting and leaving his contact information, he was still the clown...
After hearing the translation, Mao Jing kept that icy expression and replied with a single word:
"NO!"
The rejection was just that decisive.
As soon as he said it, the grievance on Li Zhien's face was almost impossible to hide. She said a few more things into the translation app.
The general meaning was that she only wanted to interact more with a powerful oppa, deepen the friendship between China and South Korea, and, if possible, visit China someday. She even hoped Mao Jing could be her guide or something...
Put bluntly, it was all high-sounding nonsense.
The real issue was that she was thick-skinned. Upon seeing a naturally handsome guy like Mao Jing, she simply refused to give up!
For an icy beauty like Mao Jing, aside from his late senior sister, every other woman was probably "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, and he stood sideways beneath the moon, exhaling smoke.
Fuck, I had to admit, Mao Jing really was damn handsome.
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