Leaving the hostel, Su Xiaoyue had her head slightly lowered, looking very shy. The hostel owner noticed it, and a sleazy grin that he couldn't hide spread across his face. Zhao Yang, on the other hand, furrowed his brows, feeling an annoying twinge.
In the eyes of the hostel owner, this was clearly a setup for a hook-up, yet, in reality, that wasn't the case. But who would believe Zhao Yang if he explained? Probably no one, absolutely no one!
How could anyone believe that such a pretty girl stayed with him for a night at the hostel and he claimed nothing happened? What kind of man was he?
Everyone in the village knew Zhao Yang was a normal man and, to some extent, a bit of a lecher.
This was the beast who, in his teens, had followed Li Ping to peek at women bathing in the lake, so now his words meant nothing.
