As Fang Heyang spoke, he pointed at the Wechat QR code in front of his chest. "Look at me. I have to sell things based on my appearance."
Then, he pulled his chair slightly to the front before leaning against the cashier with his hands above it.
He looked just like a child.
"I saw you adding a lot of pretty girls on Wechat. You must be overjoyed," Lin Yiqian teased.
"That's a false accusation. I know my limits," Fang Heyang argued.
Before he had finished speaking, a pretty lady around the age of twenty-years-old ran into the store and called out to him, "Heyang, it really is you."
When Fang Heyang saw the lady, he frowned as if he did not want to see her at all.
After glancing at the lady, he began to ignore her.
The girl did not seem to care about his attitude. "How could you do such a thing here?" She exclaimed, sadly.
