"Don't you talk nonsense, James is also my idol," Lin Mengru said with a face full of anger, glaring discontentedly at Su Xuan.
Su Xuan bared his teeth and smirked as he looked at the blond-haired, blue-eyed James, raising his voice, "I really can't see what's so great about this blondie."
Whoosh!
The next moment, the eyes of all the diners in "Romance in Paris" landed on Su Xuan, even the smooth piano music hesitated for a beat. If looks could kill, Su Xuan would have died a thousand times over.
Lin Mengru squeezed out an apologetic smile to the crowd, then immediately grabbed Su Xuan's ear, lowered her voice, and threatened, "If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll eat you alive. James eats by his talent, look how elegant he is, unlike you, a thug."
Hearing these words, Su Xuan felt a sourness inside him. Although he hadn't had anything happen with Lin Mengru, it still felt wrong to see a beautiful woman, who was close to him, praise a strange man.
