The movie theater was on the fifth floor of the shopping mall. Lin Yi followed Liang Jingchuan to the elevator and realized that the man had a high rate of turning his head around.
Liang Jingchuan's outfit today was nothing special. He was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of hot pants. He was dressed like a loser.
However, almost all the girls and aunties who passed by would turn back to look at him. He was simply a Model Killer for both young and old.
Therefore, clothes make the man, and horses make the saddle. Sometimes, this saying was wrong. Looks were still very important.
"I didn't expect you to be so well-liked by old men." Liang Jingchuan's voice came from the side.
Lin Yi glanced at him. What did he mean?
However, it was this glance that made her notice that many people around her were looking at her. These people were all men in their thirties or forties, some even older.
