"Is it because Mr. Zhuang is very afraid of women chasing after him?"
Zhuang Haoran glanced back, and seeing her slightly squinted eyes, which were full of playfulness, couldn't help but be captivated. Her nature seemed somewhat indifferent and cool, but occasionally such subtle expressions, undeniable, added a glamorous hue to her clear beauty, like a rainbow firmly grabbing one's gaze.
"Yes—" Zhuang Haoran secretly changed his tone, not daring to look into her eyes, only feeling his face burning up under her gaze.
Few people knew, no, almost no one knew his skin was very thin, had been that way since he was young. He was the type who easily felt shy and intimidated, especially around women he liked. For this reason, despite his wealth, he disliked exposure in the media, hesitated to interact with people, and preferred being alone.
"That version of the story, it's actually true," Zhuang Haoran said, "But it wasn't me, it was my older brother."
