Grandpa He actually burst out laughing at those words. "I didn't expect this, that someone would actually turn down my granddaughter. Interesting, really interesting."
"Grandpa, I might not like him either, but do you have to rub salt in my wound? What's wrong with my type? I think my type is great," He Yiran didn't see anything wrong with her own style. After all, she'd had plenty of people confess to her growing up, which meant there were definitely people who liked her—a lot, in fact. So clearly, it couldn't be her problem.
But hearing this, He Yan also wanted to quip a bit. "That's not it, Yiran. You're really pretty, but you're already tall and you wear those 10CM heels every day—your height practically hits 185! It's honestly intimidating to stand next to you."
