"So it turns out I can rely on my looks to make a living as well." Wang Dadong held a cigarette between his fingers, took a gentle puff, and displayed an expression of sudden realization.
Wang Dadong's words once again reshaped Tang Ninger's understanding of the term "bottom line".
Shameless, truly shameless. Is there anyone in the world who can be so brazen?
A grown man, being called a pretty boy, being kept, and not feeling ashamed but rather proud!
He's got to be pretending. Deep down, he must be dying of embarrassment.
After all, being called a pretty boy as a man is almost the same as being called a coward, Tang Ninger thought to herself.
But does this guy look even a little bit upset?
"Manager, aren't you feeling at least a bit uncomfortable?" Tang Ninger couldn't help but ask.
