The seemingly pleasant atmosphere instantly dissipated amid Ye Anran's light, crisp laughter.
Everyone was stunned.
Hu Shuainan was even more shocked: "Ye Anran, what do you mean? Isn't it quite something that I'd consider you? Men need capabilities, real substance. What's the use of being good-looking? I'm tall and big, and it gives me a sense of security! Women love it!"
Although Hu Shuainan was plump and plain-looking, he had always been incredibly self-centered. He was the first in his family with real achievements and always set his sights high. In his view, his high education and his new job in a Fortune 500 company should make women like Ye Anran come to him like bees to honey.
"Security? So fat—would you even be able to run if there was danger?" Ye Anran didn't mean to despise men who were overweight, but ones like Hu Shuainan, who were big but clueless and still thought highly of themselves, she did not hold in high regard.
