"Hmph, just you wait. Hao Chengkang has been madly pursuing Li Chuyue recently. He's the boss's nephew and a top male model. How could this guy ever compete with him? The advertisement Li Chuyue shot today was intentionally messed up by him!"
"Haha, Hao Chengkang is here, there's going to be a good show!!"
"..."
Liu Wentian had barely eaten a few bites when he saw a man standing next to the table.
The man looked about 27 or 28 years old, with a very good build, about 190 cm tall, a typical excellent clothes hanger, with a handsome, masculine face, wearing a smile.
"Chuyue, may I sit next to you?" the man asked politely, smiling.
Li Chuyue frowned slightly, glanced at Liu Wentian with some tension, and seeing that Liu Wentian didn't have any negative expressions, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mr. Hao, you should probably sit at another table. I still have things to discuss with my friend. And, we aren't close, you can call me Miss Li."
