Xiang Hong had a cigarette in his mouth. As the smoke swirled around him, he squinted his eyes slightly. His face was calm, and he still looked cold.
Lu Chen was confused. "How did you do it? Are you trying to win the girl's heart with that face of yours? "
Yin Hui frowned. "Why do you have to make it sound so ugly? We also look at talent, okay? Girls nowadays do not only look at appearance but everything else. Besides, with our Old Xiang's face and temperament, didn't he manage to win over a large number of fans in a matter of minutes? You might be able to do it with your looks alone."
Lu Chen still couldn't believe it, " You guys are acting like he's the devil on stage. I can't imagine that scene."
Xiang Hong's brows twitched, appearing somewhat devilish. "I only need to please one person. It's enough to make her like me. "
