"What?" Liang Ying was electrified when she heard Liang Bowen's words. She jumped up, hands on hips, staring at Li Xiaoqiang.
As if she was sizing up some sort of monster.
Li Xiaoqiang looked at the girl who was about 1.6 meters tall and probably only 16 or 17 years old.
Liang Ying circled Li Xiaoqiang three times, shaking her head, "So you're the hooligan Yunyun talked about. She said you were just average-looking, but tsk, she was clearly lying. You're quite handsome."
Li Xiaoqiang hadn't expected the young girl in front of him to blurt out such a remark, and he let out a sigh, "Little beauty, you can carry your own bag now, right?"
Liang Ying's head reared back as she scoffed, "What's wrong with a grown man carrying a bag? Look around the streets, aren't men carrying bags for girls?"
