"You." Che Xiaoxiao was so angry she was lost for words.
Hao Jian pulled Che Xiaoxiao aside and said with a smile, "What is there to be angry about? Your friend was just joking with me. Moreover, he wasn't wrong, I was dressed rather old-fashioned."
Seeing that Hao Jian was not only not angry but also showed enough magnanimity, it immediately impressed Che Xiaoxiao's friends.
Qian Shaohang, however, did not expect this reaction and snorted in dissatisfaction.
He had thought that Hao Jian would definitely get angry and storm off, which would have played right into his hands.
Seeing this, a warm feeling also emerged in Che Xiaoxiao's heart. She knew Hao Jian had done so for her, to avoid putting her in a difficult position between him and her friends.
"However, speaking of art, I do know a bit about it," Hao Jian said.
"You know about art? That doesn't seem likely,"
