"Is this Su Changfeng in person?"
"It must be him, Tang Qiulu is holding his hand, who else could it be?"
"Say what you will, he is quite handsome. No wonder Tang Qiulu is willing to risk her company for him."
"Can looks bring food to the table? He's just a coward, no matter how handsome he is. In today's world, money is what truly matters."
While many men expressed disdain towards Su Changfeng, a wealthy woman's eyes lit up, and she said to her girlfriends, "Su Changfeng really is handsome. If things don't work out for him, I'd like to keep him. If he's good in bed, I'd pay ten thousand a month."
Arriving at the reserved spot in the center of the square, Su Changfeng and Tang Qiulu became the focus of thousands of eyes.
Faced with disdainful and contemptuous gazes, Su Changfeng fearlessly held his head high.
Tang Qiulu tightly gripped Su Changfeng's hand, her palms sweating. She was particularly nervous and scared.
