If this piece was authentic, even if not purchased from a scalper, it would still cost around forty thousand. It was the first time she had seen someone wearing it in real life.
She felt a sense of affinity.
Cheng Xingzhi shook his head in denial, "No, you've mistaken me for someone else."
His eyes were still looking into the little girl's eyes, lying without a hint of guilt.
Yan Zao: "..."
She hadn't expected Cheng Xingzhi to be such a person.
The little girl wasn't foolish. Just because Cheng Xingzhi denied it, that didn't mean she believed him. She was certain she hadn't mistaken him, "My best friend is a huge fan of Feyue. I've been with her to see you compete. You were really, really, really handsome."
With her little fists clenched, neck shrunk, and waist twisted, she performed the act of being cute and coquettish very convincingly. Yan Zao felt somewhat inferior.
Cheng Xingzhi denied it again, "I really am not."
She turned around, facing the little girl sideways.
