There are also some who are slow to react, unable to keep up.
Listening more, speaking less.
It's just that memories are tugged apart by the woman's singing on stage, and then they rush out eagerly.
He paused, staring at that face, deep in memory, slightly blurred, yet extremely vivid and clear.
Equally exquisite and striking, the only difference was a few years ago, it was youthful and vibrant, now it's cold and captivating.
Seeing Bo Zhi staring at the woman on stage for quite a while without speaking, someone nudged the cup in front of him, "Dean Bo, you wouldn't be interested in her, would you?"
"What are you saying? Although the girl on stage sings well, it's not enough to become Dean Bo's beloved, right?"
"Exactly, a girl like that wouldn't be Bo Zhi's type."
Upon hearing this, Bo Zhi barely visibly raised an eyebrow and smiled, "What is my type like?"
