Jun was still going on: [If Mr. Jing doesn't enter showbiz, it's like having meat right at your mouth and not being allowed to eat it. My heart literally hurts!]
Shi Su caught a glimpse of the messages from the side and immediately lifted her eyes to look at Jing Jihan's expression.
Jing Jihan's face was as calm as ever. His gaze paused meaningfully on those three so‑called words "pretty boy," then he silently handed the phone back to her.
Shi Su hurriedly took the phone and grinned at him. "That's just how Jun praises people. What she means is that you're too handsome, and not using this face in the entertainment industry is a total waste."
"Do I look like I'm very suitable for being kept by you?" Jing Jihan asked.
Shi Su: "…"
She actually followed his words and seriously swept her eyes up and down over him several times, then nodded. "Your looks, body, personality, and, uh… that aspect of your ability—everything checks the boxes for a top‑tier sugar baby for a rich lady…"
