"Jiahao, is that beauty downstairs your ex-girlfriend?"
"What's the situation? Thinking about going back to her?"
But it looks like she didn't give him a chance.
Just now, Du Jiahao and he were "escorted out" by the waiter, and his other friends upstairs all saw it.
"No, we're somewhat related, and she has some misunderstandings about me," Du Jiahao replied with a helpless wry smile.
"What misunderstanding? Is it because of Chen Yiyao? The lawsuit was won a long time ago; why are people still harping on about it?" One girl couldn't help speaking up indignantly for Du Jiahao.
"It might be because my eyes are smaller, making me look more cunning and sly, not like a good person," he joked.
"That's not true! Your eyes might not be big, but you still look handsome."
The main point was his family was wealthy, his aesthetic sense was on point with a good dress sense, and he always wore fashionable, high-quality clothes that exuded understated luxury.
