Seeing Ye Chen so considerately holding Song Xiaoxiao, voices of discussion arose around them.
"That guy is really nice, handsome, and so good to his girlfriend."
"Being his girlfriend would be so blissful."
"I wish I had a boyfriend like that."
"Yeah, my birthday wish this year is to meet someone like that."
Of course, these were conversations between single girls.
Even the girls standing with their boyfriends had envious expressions, comparing the person beside them to Ye Chen — not as handsome, not as considerate.
Some girls even regretted it; a man like Ye Chen is every girl's ideal type.
Song Xiaoxiao heard the commentary around her and looked quite pleased.
She no longer nestled in Ye Chen's arms but instead confidently smiled at the passersby, feeling quite proud.
Girls care about appearance; this is precisely what they want, and Ye Chen conveniently provided it.
Along the way, Ye Chen held Song Xiaoxiao walking forward.
