Zong Zhan heard this sentence.
Xi Luo didn't notice the man walking behind her, she glanced at Gu Chenn, who was squatting next to the fire rack, grilling fish and sneaking bites, "He can do whatever he wants, I don't have time to worry about him."
Xiong Ze pursed his lips, internally labeling Xi Luo as a habitual heartbreaker.
Brother Chenn is so nice, much more approachable than their leader.
Over here, Zong Zhan spun on his heel and walked straight towards Gu Chenn.
The two were not very familiar, acquaintances at most, just enough to nod in greeting.
Zong Zhan sat down on the ground and bluntly asked, "What type of woman do you like?"
Gu Chenn's hand shook, and the half-cooked grilled fish fell into the fire pit.
He picked up the fish and blew off the ashes, then raised his head with grievance, "Why ask this all of a sudden?"
"Small talk." Zong Zhan took out two cigarettes and handed them over, "Can't tell?"
