Mark Reed's handsome profile was fully displayed in Valentine Teller's eyes, the narrow eyes exuding a faint cool indifference, the high nose sculpted like a statue, and the slightly pursed lips bearing an eternal determination.
This man's appearance was too perfect, not at all inferior to a popular star.
Valentine's heart suddenly tightened, and she bashfully lowered her head, staring at the water and popcorn at her feet, muttering praise, "Thank you, you're really a good person."
A good person?
Mark's lips curved into a self-mocking smile; this might be the funniest joke he had heard this year.
Claudia Ross had called him a good person before too, but in reality, he was not a good person, he was very, very bad.
Mark coldly retorted, "I'm not a good person."
"No! You are, you're a good person. So many people were just watching for fun, only you helped me, thank you."
"Oh, then how do you plan to thank me?"
