Zhao Yuqing walked away with a sense of vengeful triumph, leaving Wang Hao disheveled in the wind.
Lin Yiyi stared with her bright, watery eyes and looked at Wang Hao with disdain. "Brother-in-law, it's true that appearances can be deceiving. You're actually a gigolo, and what's more, the king of gigolos?"
"I..." For a moment, Wang Hao didn't know how to explain this situation.
"Humph, I despise you!" After saying that, Lin Yiyi took Lin Xuanxuan's little hand and walked away, huffing and puffing.
Kicking someone when they're down is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation, so other boys and girls also cast scornful looks at Wang Hao.
Some bold girls even came up giggling to ask about the price: "Handsome, I heard your service is really good, how much for a night?"
Wang Hao felt like crying but had no tears. He looked up to the sky and sighed heavily. Damn it, his lifetime of good reputation had been ruined like this, but where could he go to set things right?
