Zhang Yu was taken aback, "You, you're Zhou Kai."
My god, he's obviously a guy in his twenties, but he gives off the vibe of a greasy middle-aged man.
Of course, that's not something she can't accept. Some people just age prematurely, but doesn't this guy ever look in the mirror?
He used to be someone who loved looking in the mirror, but if he did it frequently, how could he not notice how greasy he looks now?
"Hey, Zhou Kai, you don't need to style your hair in a middle part. Seriously, have you not washed your hair in a long time? I feel like there's enough oil in your hair to fry up two plates of food."
"And now that you look so greasy, don't think of yourself as still a high school boy. Really, when you struck that pose back in high school, lots of girls would be all over you."
"But now, really, it just makes people want to run away. There's no other reaction." Zhang Yu spoke bluntly.
