This unexpected conversation immediately caught the attention of the others.
"Old Liu, what did you just say? What about the one with black hair?"
"Yeah, what are you talking about? I don't understand at all."
"I heard a bit. It seems that Old Liu asked Xiaofan if he has a girl he likes. Xiaofan didn't get it, and then Old Liu said, 'I already know, it's the one with black hair.'"
"What? Seriously!"
At this moment, even Chen Guodong, who was walking ahead, turned to look.
"Uncle Liu, what are you talking about?"
Chen Fan was both amused and helpless.
"Pretending, huh? You're pretending here. I've seen it all."
The bald man said proudly: "I noticed yesterday, you were staring at her. Before we set off earlier, you looked at her again, made the poor girl so embarrassed."
"!"
Everyone was startled, their eyes fell on Chen Fan, and their smiles became ambiguous.
"It's really not what you think."
Chen Fan shrugged, a bit helpless.
