Looking at the imposing Zhang Youzhe, Han Yu stopped in his tracks and said indifferently, "Classmate, please understand one thing; women are not for betting, but for cherishing."
"If you can't even understand this, you'd better not date in the future to avoid harming other girls!"
Having said that, he reached out with his left hand to lead Tang Yiyi away.
Upon hearing these words, many of the onlooking girls raised their heads, their eyes sparkling with starlight as they looked towards Han Yu.
At that moment, it seemed they understood why Tang Yiyi, a girl of school beauty status, had not chosen Zhang Youzhe, but instead chose this uncle from another school—a man whose values seemed to be in the right place, though it remained to be seen if his facial features matched up.
However, considering that a beauty of Tang Yiyi's caliber had taken a liking to him, one could assume that his looks were probably not bad.