"But he's not that handsome," Xu Zhaixiao muttered softly.
Lin Murong: "??? What did you say? Say that again? I'm not handsome? Not handsome?"
Lin Murong crouched down, staring eye to eye with Xu Zhaixiao, and pressed his hands on Xu Zhaixiao's shoulders.
"Look at me, look at my face, now say it again, I'm not handsome?"
Hearing this, Xu Zhaixiao inspected him closely, especially his face, his gaze lingering for a long time.
Finally, he shook his head.
"So-so. Not as handsome as Brother Chi Yan." Normally, Xu Zhaixiao was a sensible kid who wouldn't say something so straightforward.
He was supposed to mind adults' self-esteem.
But alas, having seen someone even more handsome, he really couldn't lie against his conscience.
Lin Murong: "???"
Chi Yan?
Why is there Chi Yan wherever I go?
