My status is goddamn threatened!
Lin Tian immediately showed a "come on, that's enough" expression.
"Then I guess there's nothing more to understand."
"What, Mr. Lin Tian, I thought this would be important to you."
"What kind of musician thinks their looks are so important on stage?"
"After all, there's never been a man who can rival Mr. Lin Tian in looks until now."
"Who even cares about that?"
Lin Tian was speechless.
Honestly, he really never cared about such things, although he always felt that his handsomeness had long since outpaced this era.
But he really never cared.
Only shallow men would worry about their appearance and whether they are liked by others.
Real men only care about one thing!
— Isn't a 23cm more worth praising than some pretty face?
It's just that no one can usually see it.
Ah, Lin Tian's biggest annoyance was that during competitions, when introducing contestants, they couldn't write down the length.
Then everyone would know.
