"Sorry," the boy's voice tinged with a lazy hoarseness, succinctly said, "Ugly face, scary."
Boss: "..."
You've said it like this, what else can I say?
Outside the bar, those who knew the truth were full of disbelief.
Shen Luoluo: "What did I hear, Brother Rong saying he has an ugly face? If he's ugly, who else in the world is good-looking??"
Tao Ruisi: "Zhi Zhi babe is willing to lie like this to avoid showing her face, it's really hard on her."
Only Young Master Bai curled the corner of his lips, appearing somewhat helpless.
...
After the whole place fell silent, the boy lazily rolled up her sleeves. She was wearing the simplest black shirt, making her slender forearms as white as snow stand out coldly.
Her long lashes drooped slightly as she picked up an ounce cup from the table, held it between her fingers, and opened a bottle of vodka with one hand, hooking the cap with her little finger. The bottle tilted, pouring the crystal-clear liquor into the cup.
