Song Yan watched him approach her, those long legs, that walking posture, that face that charmed the masses...
It was really intoxicating.
Some people, well, they exude charm every second of the day.
Just look at this gentleman's temperament.
Song Yan watched him, the corners of her mouth curling into a barely discernible mischievous smile, before she said, "Your zipper isn't done up."
This untimely remark completely shattered the atmosphere.
She had thought he would instinctively glance down to check his zipper, but he didn't.
Seeing his calm demeanor, Song Yan persisted and said, "Mr. Gu, could you please pay attention to your personal image? Even if you're dressed up sharp, details are important too!"
Gu Chenxiao walked up to her unhurriedly, his thin lips curving up as he said, "Why do you think the zipper won't zip up? Don't you have any idea?"
Song Yan: "..."
Her face turned red almost instantly. She got the hint.