Cui Hao had been a peacock personality since childhood, flamboyant and with clear likes and dislikes, born into a prominent family in C City. Surrounded by fawning crowds from a young age, he had never suffered nor faced hardship.
At this moment, he stood behind the sweltering barbecue grill, his fair and handsome face turning a fiery red from the charcoal heat, a patchwork of white and black streaks across it, resembling the painted face of an opera performer.
The amusing part was that the hem of his dandyish shirt had been pulled from his waistband, with sleeves nearly rolled up to his shoulders, looking so casually slovenly that it was almost impossible to recognize him as the famously debonair playboy of C City.
"Are the chicken wings done yet?" Lai Yuqi asked, her face expressionless as she stood directly opposite Cui Hao.
