Slapped in the Face

Huo Hannian was dressed in handmade black clothes and pants. The mechanical watch on his left hand was low-end and tasteful. His aura was too noble and cold. No matter how he looked at it, he did not look like a gigolo!

The surrounding crowd was skeptical.

Wen Ruan's heart skipped a beat when she heard Ye Wanwan's words.

Why would Ye Wanwan think of Huo Hannian? Raised?

Wen Ruan looked at Huo Hannian carefully, afraid that he would kick Ye Wanwan away in anger.

What did she see?

Not only was Huo Hannian not angry, his thin lips even curled into a faint smile.

He seemed to have sensed Wen Ruan's gaze and glanced at her.

His narrow eyes were dark and burning, and his thin lips opened slightly." I'm willing.""

As soon as Huo Hannian said that, the surrounding people started to twitch.

Was this man really a gigolo?

Ye Wanwan had never seen a person who was a gigolo and still acted so self-righteously and arrogantly.