Yuan Shanshan felt a surge of frustration, marked by a figurative black line over her head.
But this also meant that she had indeed misunderstood Hao Jian—who would have thought he meant that? He wasn't clear at all at the beginning.
There's a place that's really big—wouldn't most people think of that first?
"I knew it, uncle doesn't look like that kind of person."
Che Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief; she actually had a not-so-bad impression of Hao Jian, mainly because he seemed crazier than her and was rather nonchalant towards her, which made her quite concerned.
That's because Hao Jian had no interest in little lolitas; he was into busty, rounded-hip 'onee-sans' and mature women.
"What kind of person?" Hao Jian wore a face full of confusion; he had no idea about what Yuan Shanshan and Che Xiaoxiao were discussing before he arrived.
"Nothing, can I go back to work now?"