Jiang Beiyu: "..."
He only had one thing to say in response to this situation, "Mr. Lin, I'm not interested."
Lin Wencheng, who could be considered a noted matchmaker at First Middle School, certainly wasn't going to be defeated by this minor rejection.
"Mr. Jiang, look at how young you are, and yet you don't understand. You haven't even seen the girl's face, and you're already dismissing this match completely?" Lin Wencheng persistently pitched, "That girl is really quite beautiful."
Jiang Beiyu immediately snapped back, "Are you suggesting she fell for me just by looking at my face? Maybe she didn't even fall for my face? Shallow."
Lin Wencheng: "..."
This really wasn't something he could retort back to, who isn't a visual creature?
"Maybe she'll change her heart if she sees someone even more handsome than me next time," Jiang Beiyu added a comment.
"Definitely not," Mr. Lin promised confidently.
