Does this man now have any special advantages besides his face?
Or is it that, in this day and age, the allure of male beauty has reached an overwhelmingly irresistible point?
Mo Shichen looked indifferent; due to his tall stature, when he looked at people, it was always with a condescending gaze from above, but at this moment, he also exuded an air of neither servility nor arrogance, both modest and aloof.
"Miss Fang, I've said it many times, I don't like you," he stated.
The girl stomped her foot, "Why don't you like me? I'm prettier than Li Qianrui, our family is wealthier than hers, my figure is better than hers, and my taste is better too!"
Mo Shichen was wearing the uniform of a restaurant waiter, a combination of black and grey that blended with his temperament.
