Lu Beicheng remained unruffled, "That's not your type."
Gu Nanyan chuckled and asked him, "Handsome face, good figure, young and sweet-talking, how is he not my type?"
Lu Beicheng glanced at Little Baozi, reminding her, "President Gu, your son is here, watch your language!"
Gu Nanyan gave him a sideways glance, snatched back her phone, stuffed her hands back into her pockets, and walked ahead.
In a short while, as Lu Beicheng was throwing darts, each one hitting the bullseye or the 10-point ring, a group of girls nearby began to shriek in excitement.
Gu Nanyan chuckled, turned around, and walked over. Grabbing a handful of darts, she threw them swiftly. A series of thuds later, all of Lu Beicheng's darts were knocked off the board, and her own dart was firmly planted in the target.
The girls looked at her with adoring eyes sparkling like peach blossoms, a face filled with excitement as they approached Gu Nanyan, "Miss, you're so cool, can we add you on WeChat?"
