"Are you sick, who wears a suit to deliver goods? Besides, I'm naturally good-looking, I look good in anything. Haven't you heard Zhou Yuanyuan calling me 'Xiao Shuai'?"
Chu Nan thought that his suit cost thousands. If he ran into someone like Chen Youliang again and the suit got torn, that would be a real headache!
"Damn, do you really not know, or are you pretending?"
Mashouzi slapped his thigh, half laughing and half crying, "Now everyone calls service industry workers 'handsome' and 'beauty.' Haven't you noticed that even the guy with his face full of soot from grilling skewers is called 'handsome'?"
"Is that so?"
Chu Nan felt somewhat depressed. Indeed, he'd been out of the country for too long and completely lost touch.
Seeing Mashouzi nod his head in solid agreement, Chu Nan found himself at a loss for words. He had no choice but to push open the door and walk out, waiting for his ride at the school gate.
