What a pity. There's someone else.
Fang Duo was thinking sadly.
Sheng Yang stroked her chin, saying, "But that person is also very good-looking. He should be in line with your taste."
"Really, really?" Fang Duo was excited, her eyes gleaming, then she showed a meaningful smile. "Oh, is he your boyfriend?"
"No… he's in his thirties."
"Ah? That's an old man." Fang Duo favored young men. Among stars in the entertainment industry, she also liked the "little fresh meat" in their early twenties—the types who wore a black crescent earring on one ear and sung and danced energetically, although Ou Ye always despised her taste.
A man in his thirties was already an uncle. No matter how good-looking he was, he wouldn't be as charming as "little fresh meat".
"Who's an old man?" A tall and slender man wearing black sunglasses stood in front of them suddenly, frowning, his eyes behind the lenses staring at Fang Duo.
