Later, Dilata found an excuse to pull Tang Long aside, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She whispered, "Wow, big star! So you like petite white girls, eh? You even managed to win over the Manchester Mayor's precious daughter. You're quite the ladies' man indeed!"
Having been in the news industry for years, Dilata's keen eyes had long developed the instinct to catch details.
Recalling the Facetime call at Milan Airport, where Tang Long was shirtless and those pale, delicate hands gently rested on his shoulders, with a slight scar on her finger joint, Dilata couldn't help but feel a ripple of jealousy in her heart.
Tang Long waved his hand and righteously explained that it wasn't like that. They were just ordinary friends, and he had only just learned that she was the Mayor's daughter.
Of course, Dilata wouldn't believe Tang Long's nonsense. She only thought the guy was worse than she had imagined.
