In the taxi, the driver looked at Lin Baici, who was checking his phone, through the rearview mirror: "Hey handsome, you seem to be quite popular with women?"
This guy hadn't stopped making calls and chatting since he got in the car almost an hour ago, and from the looks of it, all his conversations were with women.
Tsk, being handsome really is a burden!
Old sayings really do get it right.
"Hmm?"
Lin Baici frowned slightly.
Though he wasn't speaking loudly, in a car, the driver could still hear him, but Lin Baici didn't feel embarrassed as he thought he wasn't discussing any adult topics.
"I mean, with you being this handsome, there must be plenty of girls chasing after you, right?"
The driver chuckled: "Nowadays, are there still girls who don't care about money?"
Lin Baici laughed: "How do you know I'm not rich?"
"Handsome, if someone says you're not good-looking, I'd slap them for you, but if you claim you're rich, who'd believe that!"
