"..." Mrs. Lowe's sudden shift in demeanor caused Lu Ming to pull back his gaze, looking slightly bewildered at her.
"My wife is a devoted fan of Chao Lu," Lowe explained indifferently.
"..." Lu Ming gave a faint smile of indifference, picked up the red wine in front of him, and took a light sip without much care.
As Mrs. Lowe watched Lu Ming's elegant wine-tasting gesture, her eyes remained fixed squarely on him.
She offered generous and unabashed praise of Lu Ming.
"Compared to those boyish pretty faces like Chao Lu, Mr. Lu exudes far more mature male charm—and you're quite good-looking too!"
Lu Ming smiled faintly and said, "Thank you! Personally, I believe a man's appearance is not important; what truly matters is his capability."
"Exactly! Men aren't supposed to be eye candy, so what's the point of looking overly attractive?" Lowe shared the same sentiment as Lu Ming, disliking women who swoon over handsome men.
