Lin Yuan silently rolled her eyes in her heart. Xia Zheng, with his tightly buttoned, stiffly upright collar, where is the slightest hint of being a gentleman? He clearly looks more like a Taoist.
Of course, she wouldn't say such damaging words to Xia Zheng. Instead, she chuckled, her small head bobbing like a chick pecking at grains: "Yes, yes, gentleman, exceptionally gentlemanly."
Raising an eyebrow, Lin Yuan shifted the topic: "Oh? By the way, how did you know I like gentlemen?"
Although she already had a vague guess in her heart, Lin Yuan still wanted to hear straight from his mouth how he found out so much information.
Some things, even she herself had forgotten who she told them to back then.
Xia Zheng raised his eyebrows high, giving Lin Yuan a "how could it be otherwise?" expression and said with a laugh: "Who's your man? Do you think such a thing could stump me?"
With that, he began to recount the story, earning a gaze of intense admiration from Lin Yuan.
