Facing Xiao Tiantian's inquiring gaze, Wang Chen gave an awkward smile, "I just had a random thought, don't mind me."
Though that was indeed what he thought, such words couldn't be said directly.
After all, no matter what, Xiao Tiantian was the owner of such a big nightclub. To openly say that she often brought men home sounded like a form of insult.
Xiao Tiantian smiled and waved her hand, "Even if you really did think that way, I wouldn't mind.
I started roaming the jianghu when I was only seventeen. I've heard all sorts of nasty comments. At first, when I heard words like these, I would get angry,
but later on, as I heard them more, I gradually let them go, because I realized that I live for myself, not for others' words or for their gaze.
If I got angry every time I heard something bad about me, then I probably would have died of anger a long time ago, wouldn't I?"
Wang Chen smiled, "You have a good attitude."
