As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked beyond belief.
Zhan Qipei's fists clenched tight as a cold sternness rose from beneath his feet, his face as dark and terrible as a typhoon passing by.
Meanwhile, the Deng couple was overjoyed, almost cheering out loud, thinking their ancestors must be emitting green smoke from their graves for them to stumble upon such good fortune!
Deng Yunyi slightly furrowed his brow, admitting that Qiao Jing was truly beautiful, but he had his principles—he only liked outstanding girls.
A vase like Qiao Jing was not within his consideration.
"Sorry, I rarely use WeChat."
It was clear to everyone that Qiao Jing was being rejected.
"How embarrassing! If I were her, I could crawl into a mouse hole and never come out," Zhan Nanqing said with a mix of ridicule and mockery.